Walk On The Edge

Internet, dorms and college - gotta love student life

2009-11-15T16:27:49Z

This is just a entry to say that I'm not dead yet.

I haven't been around a long while because the internet problem at my dorm is still unresolved, so I only have internet access during the weekend at the moment. Moreover, I'm very busy with college this year because this is my last year and we have a ton of things to do.

Sorry about that, but I did not forget my LJ and I swear I will update it asap with more Bleach fanstuff, don't worry.

Useless sidenote: I discovered hardstyle music. Me love. A lot.

Shadow - back to slave on her trillions on-going projects for college

HADOPI 2: The Comeback

2009-10-22T22:35:29Z

I get back home from a tiring week without internet in my dorm and I see THIS??!

FUCK MY COUNTRY.

The French Internet is dead.

*disgusted*

Bleach Fic: Life's Little Lessons - Aizen/Grimmjow - PG-13

2009-10-14T18:52:24Z

Title: Life's Little Lessons
Author: Shadow Arashi
Fandom: Bleach
Pairing: implied Aizen x Grimmjow
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 5111
Summary: Aizen decides it’s time to teach Grimmjow a lesson and to get his destructive tendencies under control, and settles on an unusual method to do so.
Warnings: Swearing due to Grimmjow’s colorful language, humor, mpreg, some fluff and probably a good dose of OOC.
Disclaimer: Bleach and its characters belong to Tite Kubo. I own nothing and am doing this for entertainment only and don’t make any profit of it.

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"This can’t be allowed to continue, Aizen-sama! He is a menace and needs to be put down or tamed once and for all!"

Tousen yelled, his voice raising amazingly high and into the realm of whining by the end of his speech.

Aizen merely kept smiling serenely at his subordinate.

"I understand your concern Kaname, but I won’t get rid of one of my best elements because of something as insignificant as a slightly rowdy behaviour."

"But Aizen-sama-!"

The dark shinned shinigami tried again, only to be quickly shot down.

"Now did I say I would do nothing to remedy to the situation? I merely wish to find a less damaging solution to Grimmjow’s aggressiveness. I need him to be in good condition to be a part of my army after all."

The master of Las Noches finished with a wave of his hand, indicating that the matter was closed as far as he was concerned. When Tousen opened his mouth to complain once again, Gin stepped forward.

"Aizen-sama, Tousen, may I suggest something?"

He asked lightly, his usual smile plastered on his face. Aizen smiled back and nodded his consent.

"What are you thinking about?"

Gin's grin widened even more than normal, before he whispered something in Aizen’s ear. The other man’s eyes visibly lightened up in glee.

"This is a wonderful idea. Kaname, go and fetch Szayel for me."

The blind man hesitated, looking as if he wished to add something but seemed to think better of it, nodding once before walking out of the room.

----

Szayel Apporro Grants was a busy man and a genius. Others would call him crazy or a mad scientist, though none of those inferior life forms mattered to him anyway.

Still there was only one person he could honestly consider above himself in every ways, and he was currently kneeling in front of them.

"You asked to see me Aizen-sama?"

The pink haired man asked as politely as he could, slightly worried he was being called due to the failure of another of his experiments.

"Indeed, Szayel. I have a mission for you."

The eight Espada allowed him to relax then, though he shown no outward indication of it.

"It will be my pleasure to serve you to the best of my abilities."

"Perfect." Aizen smiled gently at him "I want you to find a way to deal with Grimmjow’s aggressiveness. Gin actually suggested a very interesting solution, and I know you can make it come true with your brilliant brain."

"What do you require of me, Aizen-sama?"

Szayel asked, inwardly thrilled and his scientific mind already caught with the promise of more experimentation.

"You see it’s like this…"

And that was the beginning of the end.

----

"Grimmjow," the blue haired man glared at the pale arrancar who was standing before him with a blank look on his face "you are needed in Szayel’s laboratory in ten minutes."

"What the fuck Ulquiorra? Why would I want to go there?" He snarled.

Like he would want to spend anymore time than necessary with that pink haired freak.

"It’s an order from Aizen-sama."

Ulquiorra’s eyes narrowed just enough to convey his distaste for the being before him. Grimmjow snorted right back at him.

"And I care because…?"

This time the Cuatro’s face visibly tensed in annoyance.

"I will drag you there myself if I need to."

The Sexta almost snapped at the smaller man, and bit his lips lest he say something he would (not) regret.

Any other days and he would have gladly jumped at the chance to fight the Cuatro, but he had only recently been reintegrated as an Espada and he didn’t want to compromise his status again so soon. As much as he hated to admit it, he owned Aizen for not killing him outright the first time.

So he turned away with a shrug, promptly ignoring Ulquiorra.

"Tch, fine. Don’t get your panties into a twist…"

And with a huff, the panther like arrancar stormed off toward Szayel’s quarters.

He would obey and get it done and over with, but only because the sooner it was done the sooner he could move on with his life. That and he really didn't want to deal with another of Ulquiorra's rants right now. That was all, honest.

----

"Ah Grimmjow, I was waiting for you."

The blue haired arrancar merely glared at the pink haired arrancar, glancing around the crowded lab warily. He was almost expecting ones of the deformed creatures locked in the large glass tanks filling the area to come alive and attack him any seconds. He really wouldn't be surprised if they were still alive.

"What do you want and how long must I suffer your company."

Better to get this done and over with fast, before the freak got any idea of experimenting on him.

"Why you-" Szayel bristled like an outraged peacock, before adjusting his glasses with a snort "Well never mind. Here, drink this."

He handed a small transparent bottle to Grimmjow. A pale liquid swirled inside it, subtly changing colors every few seconds.

"What the-" Grimmjow stared; and stared some more, before finally exploding "The hell?! What make you think I’ll drink anything that you made?!" He yelled, already feeling the veins in his forehead throbbing with anger.

"Because it’s an order from Aizen-sama."

Szayel answered haughtily. Grimmjow merely rolled his eyes at the typical answer.

"Oh please, I’m the last person that would work on."

He snorted, and was about to toss the bottle away when Szayel tore it from his hand with an offended look. The scientist then waved the clear vial in front of the panther’s face, looking definitely unhappy but strangely determined.

"You can either drink it of your own volition, or I will force it down your throat."

Szayel would have never dared to say such a thing in normal circumstances. Grimmjow was two ranks above him after all. But Szayel was currently under Aizen’s order, and keenly aware that the violent Sexta could do nothing against him at the moment, lest he pissed of their lord.

Inwardly, the pink haired arrancar allowed himself a laugh as he thought of the fate about to befall the panther. Revenge was sweet.

Grimmjow didn’t seem to share his glee though, as the Sexta let out a low growl, barely restraining himself from kicking the eight Espada and his fuckin’ experiments all the way to Soul Society.

"Ah! I would like to see you try!"

He barked, sharp pointed teeth bare in mockery and defiance.

"Fine, as you wish."

Oh how he was going to enjoy this.

Later Grimmjow would be unable to remember what happened exactly, except that it involved Szayel pinning him against the wall, tongues, a warm and itchy sensation in his stomach and a bitter, vile tasting liquid being forced down his throat.

His last coherent thought, as he staggered out of the lab, was that he really ought to kill that freak for the stunt he had just pulled. As soon as his head stop spinning that is…

----

Three weeks later and Grimmjow was truly ready to kill Szayel, and accessorily everyone in Las Noches.

Since his forced visit to the lab he had been feeling sick, faint, dizzy, had been throwing up the content of his stomach regularly and had been over all absolutely miserable.

"Uggghh… I don’t know what that bastard did to me, but if it’s Aizen’s idea of a joke then it’s not funny."

He hissed to himself, before growing pale and vomiting for the third time this morning.

A knock of his door pulled him from his musing as he flushed the toilet, shakily pulling himself onto his feet.

"Grimmjow, are you alright?" Ulquiorra’s voice echoed faintly into the room, muffled by the door "Aizen-sama is requesting your presence in the meeting room."

"I’ll be there in a minute."

He gasped out, struggling to catch his breath and threw a quick look at himself in the mirror. His face was slightly flushed from exertion, but otherwise he looked healthy.

His sharp ears caught the faint sound of Ulquiorra’s footsteps fading away then and he sighed. After getting rid of the awful taste in his mouth and running a hand through his hair, Grimmjow left his quarters.

By the time he reached the meeting room he thankfully didn’t feel like he would faint anymore. He was even almost able to summon the energy necessary to glare at Szayel when he noticed that the scientist was present for the meeting. Ulquiorra was also there, standing faithfully by Aizen’s side as usual.

"You asked for me, Aizen-sama?"

Grimmjow said with a bit less energy than normal, not bothering to butcher or drop the honorific to his master's name, a detail that did not escape the attention of the others men in the room.

"Indeed my dear Grimmjow," Aizen said, giving the panther that god-awful smile he couldn't stand "tell me, have you been feeling sick or any different lately? Please be honest as this is very important."

The Sexta paused and narrowed his eyes at this, before he spun around to face Szayel with an angry snarl.

"YOU! It’s your fault isn’t it?!"

"Grimmjow," Aizen admonished the feline arrancar gently "this is not the time for this. Now answer the question."

With a last glare in Szayel’s direction, Grimmjow gritted his teeth and answered reluctantly.

"I’ve been feeling sick for the last few weeks."

"Symptoms?" Szayel interrupted, already holding a pen in one hand and a notebook in the other.

"Fainting and dizzy spells, throwing up… overall I’ve been feeling like shit. Still am. Now what I wanna know is why. And I know it has something to do with what you did to me the last time I was in your lab, you bastard."

Grimmjow growled, hands twitching and itching with the need to claw the pink haired arrancar’s pretty face off.

The scientist either ignored the tension in the Sexta or didn’t notice it, writing down a few notes before nodding to himself and turning to face Aizen.

"Those fit all the parameters, Aizen-sama. The experiment was obviously a success. I will need to monitor Grimmjow for a while though, as a preventive measure of course."

Szayel concluded, and the former shinigami captain’s smile widened.

"Perfect. Thank you Szayel."

That was the last straw for Grimmjow.

"WHAT THE HELL?! What the fuck is that supposed to mean?! What did you do to me?!!"

He hissed wildly, now visibly shaking with the need to fire a cero at the two men. If he had been in his release form his fur would have been standing on ends. Aizen raised a hand, trying to calm the agitated feline.

"Calm down Grimmjow. I merely asked Szayel to create something to help you control your more… aggressive urges."

"And getting me sick is supposed to do that?"

The Sexta dead-panned, obviously not convinced. He nearly had another fit when Aizen started laughing.

"Of course not. This experiment has nothing to do with getting you sick. Szayel merely used what I think is a very effective, if unorthodox, method to keep you busy and help redirect your aggressiveness somewhere else."

Grimmjow actually paused before speaking again, and blinked slowly. He did not like where this was going.

"Okay… so what’s wrong with me then? What did he do?"

He hated himself for asking, he really did, but he decided it was better to find out now than to wait for it to come back and bit him in the ass later. He could always destroy a few hollow afterward to release his frustration and anger.

"It’s very simple actually, Sexta." Szayel intervened again "The process itself and the mechanisms would be too complex to explain it to you, so I will make this as easily understandable as I can: in short, you are officially pregnant. Congratulation."

Silence.

"Can you run that by me again? I don’t think I heard you correctly the first time."

Grimmjow finally said, looking completely dumbfounded.

Szayel smiled benevolently - the fuckin’ bastard - and clapped his hands excitedly.

"You, Grimmjow Jeagerjaques, are pregnant. Isn’t it wonderful? It was Gin-sama’s idea. He proposed to get your feline parental instincts to kick in to help curb your violent attitude and keep you busy. It was not easy but I’m rather proud of what I achieved with this project." The pink haired arrancar continued, not noticing Grimmjow's horrified looks "I had to do some tests to figure out the correct dosage of hormones to get your body ready for the process - this is what the liquid you drunk was for by the way - and then I had to graft the artificial womb-"

"Womb??" Grimmjow shrieked.

"Yes, one of my finest creations if I dare say so." The scientist actually puffed his chest slightly at this "I created a perfectly working artificial womb so you can carry the child safely. The male body wasn’t meant for this after all. I had to sedate you to operate, which is why you probably didn’t remember anything of what happened in the lab that day. Also, I must warn you that your hollow hole will naturally disappear because of that addition in the next few days to make place for the child and-"

"STOP!" The Sexta looked ready to pass out, having gone far past the realms of shock, horror and disbelief. "I can’t fuckin’ believe- you- this is-"

The blue haired arrancar was hyperventilating, obviously having been struck hard by the news. Szayel threw a concerned glance at his leader, wondering if he should sedate the feline hollow again until he was calm enough to deal with the news of his incoming motherhood.

He didn’t have to however, as Grimmjow abruptly stopped and stood still. The Sexta slowly faced the two men, face pale and body trembling imperceptibly.

"If… I’m really pregnant…" his voice nearly broke down "and assuming this is not a joke… who is the father? And PLEASE tell me it’s not you Szayel, or I may have to kill myself."

The scientist huffed slightly, but chose to let it drop when Aizen laughed out loud. The man then rose from his throne and approached the traumatised Sexta.

"Oh no, don’t worry Grimmjow. I assure you that the father is not Szayel. I specifically asked him to use the spiritual energy of-"

"Wait, spiritual energy?"

Grimmjow couldn’t help but ask, latching onto the question in spite of himself to try and drown his brain in information. Maybe then he would realise this was all a very bad dream. Then he could finally wake up.

Aizen just smiled (again) and nodded.

"Yes, Szayel used the reiatsu of the two fathers to extract the necessary information for the fertilization of an artificial egg. Had we been humans, Szayel would have used blood to extract the needed genetic code. But since in this case both parents are men and not humans, he used reiatsu signatures instead as it is more reliable."

Grimmjow nodded dazedly, feeling completely and utterly overwhelmed. Right now he was ready to cero his own face just to get the hell out of this nightmare.

"Alright, but that still doesn’t tell me who is the father."

Fuck, was it really him saying that- that word? Was he really going to run along with that?

Aizen’s smile just turned warmer, and Grimmjow nearly had a heat attack.

"It’s me my dear Grimmjow. We are going to have kittens, isn’t it wonderful?"

Grimmjow did the only thing he could.

He fainted.

----

That was the start of what would be later called The Nine Months of Hell by the inhabitants of Las Noches, with month one already well on its way.

----

Month Two…

"FUCK YOU!"

Grimmjow howled as he threw his tea mug straight at Stark’s head. The primera barely managed to dodge the projectile and dived under the table for protection. He quickly raised his hands in surrender, slowly popping his head over the table while keeping wary eyes on the spitting inferno of feline rage.

"No need to get angry, I was just askin-"

"I DON’T WANT TO HEAR IT! I DIDN’T ASK FOR THIS SO GIVE ME A BREAK!"

Stark let out a long suffering sigh and dropped his head onto the cold marble table. He had just been asking for the apple juice.

"How much longer did Szayel said the mood swings would last again?" He asked Ulquiorra tiredly.

"About two months."

"Fuck…"

----

Month three…

Yammy watched in terror as Grimmjow stopped yelling at him abruptly, his face becoming as white as his uniform before he collapsed onto the ground in a crumpled heap.

Immediately, Szayel seemed to materialise out of nowhere and went straight to the fallen arrancar’s side.

"Damnit Yammy! You know all arrancars have been told to not upset Grimmjow, his fainting spells only get worse when he gets excited! Aizen-sama will have your head if he hurt himself."

Yammy looked at the out cold feline, whimpered, and ran away screaming.

"ULQUIORRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!"

----

Month four…

The Espada had reached the point where they were torn between kissing Aizen’s feet, or cero his head off.

Grimmjow was actually having mixed feelings as well, though he was leaning more toward the second option at the moment.

While many arrancars had been dubious in the beginning, Grimmjow included, the reality was that Aizen’s scheme was currently proving to be viciously efficient.

And as much as he hated to admit it, the Sexta had noticed that he had been slowly but surely growing so busy with taking care of himself and his unborn children (yes, children as in plural, ‘cos Aizen couldn’t at least have the decency to knock him up with only one kid but three) that after so long he was actually starting to loose his touch.

Most of the arrancars who were running away from him in fear not so long ago merely ignored him now, mainly because he was spending much of his time in his room sleeping or in Szayel’s lab (something he still hated with a passion, but he tolerated it for the kids - oh god damnit -). He was also finding it harder to gather the energy (and will) to rant at people, which only made it worse.

And most of all, he was starting to show.

Him. Grimmjow Jeagerjaques.

Oh sure, Szayel kept telling him that he was barely showing and that with three kittens on the way he was a medical wonder (and the envy of all the female arrancars), but he was still.showing.

Muttering every swear words he had ever learnt under his breath, Grimmjow struggled to put on his new uniform and cursed the day he met Aizen Sosuke.

----

Month five…

"-and this is why we-"

Ulquiorra tried very hard not to let his eyes and attention wander. He really did. Aizen-sama was talking and he should be giving his lord his whole attention.

However, the Cuatro found that task to be incredibly difficult due to having a sleeping Grimmjow sprawled onto the meeting table next to him. Ulquiorra was pretty sure that nobody else could hear it, but the Sexta was purring in his sleep.

It was… disgustingly cute.

Finally loosing his inner battle, Ulquiorra glanced at the resting feline. In spite of the situation, not once did the thought of waking him up ever crossed his mind. The last few months had actually been very tiring for Grimmjow, and the feline arrancar needed all the rest he could get.

Considering the mood swings, fainting spells, and now the cravings the other man was going through, Ulquiorra couldn’t blame him for sleeping even more than usual.

At least he wouldn’t be a danger to himself and others while he was sleeping, the Cuatro thought as he listened to the gentle purring.

He didn’t notice when the soft sound ended up lulling him into sleep himself, causing him to fall face first into his cup of tea in front of all the Espada.

----

Month six…

"So how is our mommy to be today?"

Nnoitra grinned widely at the Sexta, who was currently busy eating his third helping of rice with tomato ketchup and shrimp chips.

Ever since the inhabitants of Las Noches had been told about Grimmjow’s unexpected pregnancy, Nnoitra had made it his goal in life to annoy the smaller feline and did it with admirable stubbornness, in spite of Aizen’s orders.

Grimmjow didn’t even bother answering him, and gulped down another spoon of rice.

Pissed at being ignored again, Nnoitra flopped down onto his chair next to Szayel with a disappointed expression that suspiciously ressembled a pout.

"Fuck, the kitty got really boring since Aizen-sama knocked him up. He doesn’t even fight back anymore."

The dark haired Espada complained, only to find himself under the reproachful glare (or as much as the expresionless arrancar could glare) of the Cuatro.

"May I remind you that this is exactly what Aizen-sama wanted, Jigura? Or did you forget what happened in the last few months? Grimmjow has only recently begun to show signs of calming down. I do not think it is in anybody’s interest to rile him up again."

Nnoitra fidgeted a bit on his chair, glanced at the oblivious Grimmjow, and shrugged his shoulders.

"Yeah, but things are dead boring now. At least he knew how to liven up the place before. Now all he does is eat and sleep. The only time he ever does complain or snap at people anymore is when they get too close to touching his stomach, and that’s if they do it without his consent."

Silence fell upon the two arrancars again. Then their eyes slowly, almost against their will, settled upon the still eating Sexta.

"Well at least Aizen-sama’s plan is working."

Ulquiorra stated, watching the blue haired man as he finished his meal and left the room silently with an almost… content look on his face.

Both arrancars shivered.

Maybe a happy Grimmjow wasn’t such a good idea.

----

Month seven…

"Ulquiorra, do you know where I can find Grimmjow? I need him in my lab for his check-up."

The pale skinned arrancar did not raise his head from his book as he answered the panicked looking scientist.

"He was curled up in a ball on his bed the last time I saw him, as usual."

"Not anymore. I just checked his room and he is not there."

Ulquiorra finally putting down his choice of literature and stared at the other man.

"Did you check everywhere?"

"Yes! His room, the kitchen, the training room," Szayel started to pull at his hair "even though he knows better than to use it by now… hell, I even checked the quarters of the others Espada!"

The Cuatro groaned inwardly and rubbed the bridge of his nose in an uncharacteristic display of annoyance.

"We will have to ask Aizen-sama then. He probably knows where the Sexta is."

He said tiredly as he pulled himself from his chair, Szayel following right behind him. They reached the throne room after a few minutes, Ulquiorra opening the massive doors with a single push of his hand before they both stepped inside.

Nothing, however, could have prepared the two arrancars for the sight that greeted them.

The very feline they had been looking for was right there, fast asleep on Aizen’s lap and purring happily while the leader and God of Las Noches alternatively petted his soft blue hair and now well-round stomach.

Szayel made a choking sound, eyes growing wide while Ulquiorra stared blankly, though his own eyes looked slightly more opened than usual.

"Szayel, Ulquiorra. What can I do for you?"

Aizen asked pleasantly, never letting off on his petting.

Ulquiorra was the first to recover, and he bowed slightly before speaking.

"Szayel was looking for the Sexta for his check-up, Aizen-sama."

Aizen nodded, moving slightly to sit straighter on his throne and causing a sudden flash of white to catch the attention of the two arrancars.

As Szayel and Ulquiorra attempted to identify what they had just saw; they finally noticed for the first time that Grimmjow was actually in his released form. The flash of white had been his feline tail, which was flicking gently in his sleep.

"Of course," Both arrancars jumped, startled, as they had nearly forgotten that they were still waiting for their leader to answer "I guess Grimmjow finally hit the point in his pregnancy where he had to resort to shifting into his final form to maintain his level of reiatsu. Most of his energy is going to the children after all."

The shinigami continued to play with the long hair of his Sexta Espada as he spoke.

"Ah… Yes." Szayel adjusted his glasses, trying to get his composure back "Should I wake him up now or come back later, Aizen-sama?"

"Let him have his rest for now. This is taking a heavy toll on him and I’m proud to see how well he has managed so far. This is turning even better than I hoped."

Szayel and Ulquiorra exchanged a look and quickly left the room, praying to every deities that would listen for the whole ordeal to be done and over with soon.

----

Month eight…

It was becoming an increasingly common sight to see Grimmjow sprawled on Aizen’s couch (since his previous hiding place, which used to be his private quarters, had been 'accidentally' destroyed by Nnoitra) in his pantera form and purring gently, either in his sleep or at anyone who would pet him as they pass by him.

Most arrancars had stopped whatever they were doing to gawk at him in the beginning, but now female arrancars (and even a few males) would gather around him to pet his ears and squeal at how happy the Sexta looked and to exchange gossip and advices for his upcoming litter.

Grimmjow accepted it all with a content look, unless his admirers ventured too close to his stomach without asking first, which scared the hell out of the rest of the Espada more than anything else the Sexta had ever done before (with the exception of Halibel, who tended to join the lower arrancars in their admiration of the Sexta more often than not).

Even Nnoitra had stopped making fun of the feline after being kicked in the nuts by a pissed off fraccion who hadn’t like the way he had been yanking on the Sexta’s tail (figuratively and literally speaking).

Somewhere in the back of the room Sun Sun let out another high-pitched squeal, and the nine strongest arrancars in Aizen’s army turned just in time to see an awestruck Tesla rubbing the stomach of the purring feline.

Nnoitra’s tea mug met an unfortunate end that day as it collided with the back of Tesla's head in a fatal accident. The tea cup was well mourned.

----

Month nine…

Szayel stumbled into the kitchen at 8am with bloodshot eyes, pale and nearly tripping over his feet. This unusual event caused the members of the Espada who were sitting at the kitchen table to stop talking immediately, before they all looked at him questioningly.

"Oi, what’s wrong pink freak? You look ready to kneel over."

Said pink freak glared at the oh-so-graceful Nnoitra, who merely grinned before taking another bite of his muffin.

"It’s nothing, at least nothing that concerns you."

Szayel muttered tiredly and rubbed his eyes. He then staggered toward Aizen, who had been observing everything in silence.

"Aizen-sama, I just wanted to let you know that Grimmjow just gave birth. They are all resting in the Sexta’s room. Now if you will excuse me, I need to... recover from…"

The poor scientist swayed on his feet, and promptly collapsed on the spot.

The whole room fell into shocked silence.

Until Aizen quickly rose from his chair and nearly knocked it over.

"Gin," he turned toward the silver haired man "You’re in charge."

The master of Las Noches then proceeded to run out of the kitchen like his coat was on fire under the stunned gazes of his Espada.

Stark was the first to react this time as he let out a long sigh of pure relief.

"Thank god it’s finally over. I'm finally going to get full nights of sleep again."

Gin cackled at this, smiling brightly at the tired and traumatised Espada.

"Oh no, this is only the beginning! Grimmjow is going to need some help to take care of three kittens. Aizen-sama won’t let him do it all by himself, the poor kitty will drop of exertion otherwise!"

More silence.

And the joined, perfectly synchronised screams of eight traumatised arrancars and one excited Halibel echoed into the room.

----

A week later…

"Well, who would have thought that the kitty would make such a great mommy?"

Gin babbled happily as he watched Grimmjow take care of his three children, all perfectly healthy with adorable little kitten ears and tails like their mother. Szayel had swore those would go away when they learn to seal their true form, to the joy of their sire.

The little kittens were the spitting images of their parents, the litter having two brown haired boys with blue eyes and one little girl with blue hair and dark eyes. And if their mother couldn’t be prouder of his kittens, Aizen was completed enamoured with his children.

Ulquiorra stood as stoically as ever by Gin's side, keeping an eye on the little family as ordered until the return of Lord Aizen.

"I think the past few months were pretty clear indicators of that possibility. Let us hope that it will last."

The pale arrancar murmured almost to himself.

The silver haired man just smiled wider.

"Oh don’t worry you pretty little head, Ulqui-chan! Aizen-sama already thought of that."

"Really?"

Ulquiorra asked, and immediately regretted it when he saw the unholy glint of mischief in the eyes of his superior (even though they were closed, yes Gin is just that amazing).

"Yes. Aizen-sama said that if getting pregnant is what it takes to keep the kitty under control, then all he has to do is to get him with kittens again!"

The Cuatro blinked, brain furiously trying to make sense of what he had just heard.

His brain valiantly refused to compute the horrifying statement, and Ulquiorra did the only logical thing a rational being such as he could do.

He promptly screamed and fainted.

New Bleach Community

2009-10-10T16:14:56Z

Sex Kitten

Sex Kitten is a community for fans of the Sexta Espada as uke to gather and share fanfictions, fanarts, doujinshi scans and everything around the one and only Grimmjow Jeagerjaques.

This community is more than just a place for for fans to post their work, but also an archive to share recommendations on any fanwork involving Grimmjow as uke.

If you want to see a different side of our favourite panther this is the place for you!

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Bleach Fanfic: The Pet Series Chapter 5 - Heat - Aizen/Grimmjow - NC-17

2009-10-03T21:41:24Z

Updating this while I can, as the internet access in my dorm just died for God knows how long. -_-

Title: The Pet Series - Heat (chapter 5)
Author: Shadow Arashi
Fandom: Bleach
Pairing: implied Aizen x Grimmjow, most of the Espada x Grimmjow (yes, I went there)
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 955
Summary: "Shut… up and… be a good kitty!" The fifth grunted "Ulquiorra, Szayel… Stark and Yammy had their turn… now it’s mine!"
Warnings: Lemon content, only (maybe) very light humour (for once), Aizen being possessive, pantera!Grimmjow in heat and being totally apathetic about it. Just… don’t ask.
Disclaimer: Bleach and all its characters belong to Tite Kubo, this fic is written for entertainment only and I don't make any profit of it.

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The glass of water he was holding slowly slipped from his fingers, forgotten, before finally hitting the floor with a loud clang and sending water everywhere. The noise went unnoticed in the groan and moans echoing into the room.

Aizen opened his mouth soundlessly twice, eyes wide as saucers and brain desperately trying to compute the sight in front of him.

"What… the hell…?" he whispered.

Completely ignoring the shocked master of Las Noches, Nnoitra kept thrusting wildly into the languid body of the Sexta, whom upper body was pressed flat against the meeting table beneath him for balance.

The blue haired hollow sighed and rested his head on one arm, looking thoughtfully bored, before checking the clock on the far wall. The soft looking cat ears of his pantera form flicked once when Nnoitra made a particular loud groan behind him.

"Can’t you hurry up, the meeting will start soon."

Grimmjow complained, his voice perfectly even and not out of breathe at all, a sharp contrast with the taller arrancar currently pounding into his ass.

"Shut… up and… be a good kitty!" The fifth grunted "Ulquiorra, Szayel… Stark and Yammy had their turn… now it’s mine!"

"Tch!"

Grimmjow snorted and, apparently having had enough, raised his ass higher and wrapped his tail around Nnoitra’s waist, using it as leverage to increase the strength and pace of their coupling. Nnoitra let out a pleased gasp of ecstasy while the feline seemed slightly relieved.

After a few more minutes of frantic thrusting, Nnoitra growled and tightened his hold almost painfully on Grimmjow’s slender hips, coming deep inside the panther. Aizen saw the Sexta roll his eyes (his face wasn’t even flushed) and buck into the fifth Espada’s grip, which resulted in Nnoitra slipping out of Grimmjow’s body and falling onto the floor with a loud thud.

When the fifth didn’t move again Aizen stared at the fallen arrancar in disbelief, and nearly had a heart attack when he saw the passed out forms of Szayel, Ulquiorra, Stark and even Yammy next to the fifth.

"What… what in Heaven’s name just happened here?!"

The former captain exploded, unable to contain himself any longer. Grimmjow’s head immediately snapped toward him, his long hair flying in a delicate wave behind him.

"Oh Aizen-sama, is it time for the meeting already?"

The feline purred gently (Aizen suspected he wasn’t aware of doing it), and leaned fully onto the table and casually wiping the fluids running down his thighs with a nearby box of tissues.

"I hope you have a good explanation for this."

Aizen replied icily, eyes glaring daggers at the out cold Espada. He could already feel the veins in his forehead throb in fury. How any of them dare touch his Sexta! He didn’t create the hotter than hell feline to have him defiled by those- those animals damnit!

"I’m in heat."

Grimmjow said still in that low purring of his, tail twitching slowly once in a while as he continued to clean up his fur.

"In… heat?"

The master of Las Noches felt his blood rush downward in a sudden burst of heat and thought he was going to faint and join the five others idiots on the floor.

"Yeah… it started a week ago but it’s mostly over now. Only problem is that they," he pointed at the still passed out arrancars with one velvety black claw "kept jumping me all the damn time. Something about me being out of control unless I receive a good fuck." The blue haired arrancar’s disbelieving sneer clearly expressed his opinion on the matter "I tried to tell them it wasn’t necessary anymore but they didn’t listen. Damn morons are all wiped out now, good thing too because I was starting to get sick of lifting my tail for them. Personally, I think they were more affected by it than I was but they won’t admit it."

Grimmjow finished his explanation with a snort, and finally judging he was clean enough for his taste, threw the used tissues away.

"You don’t say…" The former captain deadpanned.

The panther felt a shiver run down his back at the dark tone. Grimmjow looked back at his leader questioningly and was about to speak when he caught the murderous look on Aizen’s face. His mouth closed with a snap and he instinctively attempted to make himself look smaller, his tail curling around his legs.

"Aizen-sama?"

He started with a small voice, only to be cut short by the shinigami.

"Grimmjow, go to your room and don’t get out until I’ve personally come to fetch you."

"Wha-"

"Don’t question my order. Go now." He snarled, hands already reaching for his zanpakuto and Grimmjow nearly hissed in sudden fear for his life "I have a matter to settle with my Espada about using my property."

Grimmjow wasn’t about to argue with the man. He left as quickly as possible without actually running with his tail between his legs.

He was only glad that Aizen’s sudden bout of rage wasn’t directed at him for once.

Aizen didn’t tear his eyes away from his targets as his Sexta exited the meeting room, rather concentrating all his attention on the five arrancars passed out on the floor. He could now see that they were all in various state of undress and dirty with fluids he refused to think about.

His hand tightened on his zanpakuto.

"First lesson of the day," he murmured as Ulquiorra stirred, dark green eyes slowly fluttering open "Grimmjow Jeagerjaques lifts his tail for no one but ME!"

And reality exploded into a world of pain for five very unlucky arrancars.

None of them would ever dare lay a hand on the Sexta ever again.

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AN: Yeah, I went there. And yes, I’m probably going to hell. So, I’m truly sorry but my muse wouldn’t let me forget about it and I wanted to try something different about Grimmjow’s feline nature. Trust him to be the only guy to be able to be difficult while getting screwed... Now I’m gonna pray very hard that they don’t have internet access in Hueco Mundo. And I mean pray very hard…

News

2009-09-26T16:55:36Z

Alright, taking a few minutes to update this thing while I can:

- Had my oral on friday, passed it and will now enter my last year in University. HELL YES. Definitely proud of that. I'm finally done with my mémoire and soutenance. My French friends will know what I'm talking about.

- Read chapter 375 of Bleach, went WTF for obvious reasons but hopes to see more of Grimmjow soon.
- Read chapter 150 of StS Lost Canvas and went WTF again. Way to tease the fangirls ahaha XD;;
- Is hoping that my internet connection will work from my room soon rather than having to go down to the main room.
- Is writing and hoping to get as much fanfic stuff done this weekend before uni starts again.

And I think that's about it.

Dorm without Internet = DOOM

2009-09-24T18:55:20Z

Just dropping by to say that...

I'm finally in my new dorm at my university again.

And they screwed up the internet connection of my building.

THE ONLY BUILDING IN THE DAMN CAMPUS WITHOUT PROPER INTERNET YET.

And I'm in it.

FUCK.

So don't worry if I'm being suddenly very absent again... I will just have a lot less time to go on the internet as before, that's all.

At least during the week.

*cries and tries to hang self*

Cooking Recipe: Brownies

2009-09-21T11:29:07Z

A few days ago I decided it was high time I tried something different in the kitchen.

Since I enjoy cooking, I looked for inspiration on the internet and found a few very interesting and tasty recipes to cook using the micro-wave.

So I made a delicious omelette for my parents and I, with potatoes and salmon! It tasted wonderful and it was cooked pretty quicky. The whole family enjoyed it and for a first attempt (as I don't cook as often as I wished), I was very happy with it.

And guess what I made for dessert still using the microwave?

Brownies!

Delicious, warm, soft brownies.

They are very easy to make, and those are all you need:

1) one bar (about 200g) of cooking chocolate, preferably with nuts (but not whole)

2) 150g of sugar

3) 130g of floor

4) 3 eggs

5) 125g of butter

Now for the recipe:

1) break the chocolate into pieces

2) add the butter and melt in the microwave for about 1.30m

3) mix together until you have something that look homogenous

4) now mix together the floor, sugar and eggs in another bowl than the one where you put the cholocate

5) add that preparation to the chocolate/butter and mix into you have once again a homogenous looking pasty/batter (I don't know the exact term)

6) cook for about 5m in the microwave

Enjoy!

Bleach Rant Time

2009-09-14T11:41:38Z

Hunting for uke!Grimmjow fics made me realise how little there are on the net, and discussing fics recs with eloni only made it worse. So I ended up with this rant:

How hard can it be to write Grimmjow IC and uke? How many uke are there in the Japanese fandoms that are loud, energetic and always fighting like Grimmjow? I mean seriously?!

This is so bad we reached the point where I want to see all the cliché used in fanfics for Ichigo used on Grimmjow in return. Just to balance things out, you know. Take a look at those examples, which I found to be recurrent in the fandom:

1) Grimmjow gets in heat or mating season and rapes the hell out of Ichigo. WTF people? Ichigo is part hollow too, maybe you could switch them around! I don’t mean to have Ichigo rape Grimmjow, but try having Hollow!Ichigo do the chasing for once. I bet it would unsettle Grimmjow AND bring some originality to the fandom.

2) Same plot as the above, but with Ichigo getting pregnant (trust me, the amount of fics falling in that category is surprising, the same apply for female!Ichigo fics). Once again, try switching them ('cos I wouldn't mind seeing more mothercat!Grimm XD). Or use Ulquiorra or Aizen on Grimmjow if you can’t bring yourself to write Ichigo as a seme, but just stop writing the same thing over and over again. Note: I'm pointing this one out because I personally don't mind mpreg, I'm very open-minded. I know that this is a sensitive topic for many writers as, and I agree completely, good mpreg fics are very rare unless they are written for humorous purpose.

3) How many times have we seen Ichigo get captured and turned into an arrancar or otherwise getting abused by Aizen/the arrancars etc? Why not have Grimmjow captured by the shinigami for once? I found very little fics with that plot, surprisingly.

4) I’ve read a few fics making use of Grimmjow’s likeness with cats. So why not use the fact that wild animals bow to the will of the strongest? I haven’t seen it before and while I know Grimmjow refused to bow to Aizen in canon, I’m pretty sure bowing to Ichigo wouldn’t be the same thing for him. Cats don’t like being forced, and we know Ichigo could prove himself to be stronger without humiliating Grimmjow like Aizen did. Think about it. If anyone can make the Sexta soften a bit and stay IC without going into the realm of abuse, it’s Ichigo.

And I’m spent. I’m aware I got a bit carried away but I had to get this off my chest.

When you see that 9 fics out of 10 are about rapist!Grimmjow and you have actually reached the point where you are afraid to read a fanfic because you are 99% sure you will be disappointed, you get easily pissed off. So much actually, that I really want to start a challenge or something at this point, just to see people actually produce some IC uke!Grimmjow work.

I swear, it's always about Grimmjow being a rapist. WTF people. I know he is supposed to be one of the bad guys, but geez! He proved that he had some sense of honour in battle so I think, maybe, that this portrayal of him could be dropped off for a bit

Seriously.

I bet Ichigo has had enough by now.

Bleach AMV - Unspoken - Ichigo/Grimmjow

2009-09-13T12:23:47Z

Time for another amv!

Done because I've been feeling very inspired lately for some reasons and I finally figured out how to upload my amv in HD.

This amv was mainly done to practice effects on Sony Vegas and getting more familiar with certain functions I haven't used often before, so there is not much of a story but basically the first part corresponds to Ichigo's pov, while the second part of the song is Grimmjow's.

You can download it here.

Bleach filler arc rant

2009-09-10T11:33:06Z

Usually I don't really discuss the events taking place in the anime/manga I follow, unless something real big is happening in the fandom, but this time I wanted to comment on the new filler arc for the Bleach anime.

For once, I actually don't mind the fillers.

Amazing isn't it?

Maybe it's because Kubo helped writing the fillers, but I'm enjoying the fights and what we are learning about the zampakuto.

At least this time we are not being introduced to random enemies that are copies of past villians... I also like the design of the zanpakuto. Kazeshini is wicked and I'm starting to understand why Shuuhei was afraid of his own zanpakuto.

And OMFG Shirosaki. That boy is made of WIN.

I never cared much for Ichigo's inner hollow, but our dear Shiro was FRIKING AWESOME in the latests episodes. Helping Ichigo against Zangetsu? Fighting Muramasa?

WIN I'M TELLING YOU. PURE WIN.

The crazy little bastard totally impressed me. God now I want Shiro/Grimmjow interactions... They would totally be explosive together.

That's the only dumper right now, I miss my Grimmjow... T_T

Come on Kubo, give us back the kitty!!

Bleach Fic: Till Morning When We Disappear - Ulquiorra/Grimmjow - R

2009-09-09T19:20:14Z

Title: Till Morning When We Disappear
Author: Shadow Arashi
Fandom: Bleach
Pairing: Ulquiorra x Grimmjow, implied non-con, implied Ichigo/Grimmjow friendship
Rating: R
Word Count: 1766
Summary: They lost the war and now they are paying the price. But you can only keep a wild beast under lock and key for so long…
Warnings: evil!shinigami, sort-of-good!arrancar, role reversal, torture and angst enough to drown in it. Probably falls under AU warning and a bit of OOC I guess. Also, narration-cut and messy timeline like wow.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the idea behind this fic and my writing skills. Grimmjow and everybody else belong to Tite Kubo, to my greatest despair.

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Las Noches was burning.

Everything they had strived for was gone, crumbled to nothing in a matter of minutes.

Ulquiorra’s hand tightened on his sword, and he was almost thankful when his vision blurred slightly with blood loss. He couldn’t take the view of the destruction of his home - his home world - anymore.

Aizen was standing by his side, face white with barely contained rage at the mindless slaughter of the creatures he had sworn to protect.

They had been cocky, so sure the shinigami could never hurt them. So sure they would never represent any serious threat.

How wrong they had been.

Aizen had planned to strike first, to attack the shinigami right where it hurt before they gathered their forces to invade Hueco Mundo.

He never got the opportunity.

The seemingly harmless human girl they had captured had been the key to their defeat.

Unknowingly to even Aizen himself, the leaders in Soul Society had been one step ahead of him for once. They gave the girl a very special tool. And just when they least expected it the trap had opened up wide to swallow them, leaving their home vulnerable to the invasion of countless shinigami.

Ulquiorra had killed the girl himself then but he had been too late to stop the dimensional passage from opening and throwing up its fill of enemies onto their steps.

After that, chaos broke out in Las Noches.

They fought to the best of their abilities to protect their territories, led by Aizen and the other two ex-captains; the only shinigami who had ever seen them as more than beasts.

It still hadn’t been enough.

The world they had finally managed to transform into something more than a copy of Hell, everything they had worked so hard for, was falling apart in blood and fire.

Now all they could do was fight tooth and nails to keep themselves alive as their world collapse.

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Nnoitra and Arronierro were the first to fell.

They fell to the swords of a small dark haired girl barely out of her teens and a shinigami with hair the color of blood in a burst of reiatsu that was felt through all of Las Noches.

The shinigami didn’t give the rest of them the time to mourn.

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Zommari and Yami were next, both struck down by blood thirsty soul reapers hell bent on eradicating the beings they considered to be abominations.

Then it was Barragan’s turn.

Their fraccions weren’t spared from the bloodshed either.

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At least that’s what Ulquiorra thought at first as fellow arrancars fell left and right around him, staining the white sand of their world a deep red.

Nothing seems to stop the shinigami, their thirst of carnage knowing no limits. There was no mercy, no prisoners taken.

That’s what he had believed until he heard it, and by then it was too late.

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He had been fending off a captain with the help of Stark when it happened.

When the scream of a desperate, wounded animal calling for help echoed through Las Noches.

Ulquiorra’s blood froze in his veins, for he knew who the scream belonged to.

For once, Ulquiorra, most level-headed espada in Aizen’s army, lost his cool.

For this was no ordinary scream, but the scream of a distressed hollow calling for its mate. A sound he had hoped never to hear coming from his mate.

The shinigami facing him was cut down in an instant and the arrancar was off in a flash, desperate to reach the source of the scream in time. He took off without a second thought, ignoring Stark’s panicked yell as his entire being focused on finding his other half.

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When he finally found him Ulquiorra was nearly out of control.

Hiding from view behind the remains of a building a dozen of shinigami were standing in a circle, two captain and three vice-captains among them, swords raised and the very air around them crackling and sparkling with reiatsu and kido spells.

In the centre of this chaos stood a familiar form with long blue hair, broken and bleeding and desperately trying to shake off the kido-based ropes around their neck, tail trashing fiercely and fangs bared in fear that was never meant to twist their features.

The young orange-haired shinigami he had fought before was there too, bleeding and down on his knees in front of the panther, but to his shock his arms were spread out as if to keep the others soul reapers from coming any closer. His eyes flashed black on gold and Ulquiorra felt a surge of hope.

It didn’t last however, and Ulquiorra watched in growing horror as the boy was kicked away while Grimmjow attempted to twist around to fend off another kido spell. Both beings let out a howl in despair and pain, and then a bright bolt of energy sent Grimmjow crashing down onto the ground, leaving him bound and helpless even as he still tried to claw viciously at the shinigami who were closing in on him now that the panther was on the ground.

A helpless and wounded panther, but still very much alive.

It was then that Ulquiorra understood exactly what the shinigami were planning.

From the beginning they had been killing specific targets… and capturing others.

Ulquiorra let out a roar of absolute fury for the first time in his life; and thrown himself at the shinigami who had dared to touch what was his.

The arrancar fell upon them like the plague, cutting down two shinigami before they even noticed his presence. He quickly lost track of time and of the battle after that, only aware of the wounded feline lying at his feet who was desperately trying to free himself while throwing concerned looks in both his and the orange haired boy’s direction.

Unfortunately there was only so much a single espada, no matter how strong, could do against two captains and three vice-captains, and that wasn’t counting the ever increasing number of lower soul reapers.

The shinigami didn’t miss the fact that their new opponent was protecting their first victim, and they made good use of it. They worked and pushed the arrancar, waiting for the precious moment where he would falter and make that fatal mistake which would give them the advantage. And they finally succeeded.

Ulquiorra stumbled in exhaustion and was too slow to block when the tall white-haired captain returned his own attack against him; leaving him frozen as the world around them explode into white light and burning pain.

His last conscious act was to wrap his arm around Grimmjow.

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He had lost count of the days by now. Not that he was trying anymore.

They had no way to keep track of time in their confinement anyway; the shinigami had made sure of that. The meals came at irregular interval and the cell was windowless, rendering any attempt at measuring time meaningless.

They had also learnt to keep him chained and collared after the first day.

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When Ulquiorra had first regained consciousness, his initial reaction had been to assure himself of his mate’s well being. Thus, his mind promptly shut down when he woke up to find himself alone.

By the time he came back to his senses, he had been chained to the wall, his whole body ached and the cell’s floor was stained red with blood. Not all of it was his own though, a fact he inwardly took no small satisfaction from.

That satisfaction only last until a few hours later when a battered Grimmjow was dragged into his cell and the unconscious panther’s body was thrown carelessly at his feet; their jailors smirking and laughing all the while.

Ulquiorra would have pulverized them into dust had he still had access to his powers.

As it was he could only stood and watch with fear - something he had never felt before - as his precious mate shivered on the floor, covered in wounds and blood and other fluids Ulquiorra refused to think about. He would not have been able to bear it.

Everyday was the same after that.

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They would come in the morning and take Grimmjow away from him, dragging the panther kicking and screaming. Meanwhile he would be tortured for information and taunted for fun; the shinigami taking a perverse pleasure narrating every details of the fate of his fellow hollows. The feline arrancar would then finally be dragged back to their cell at the end of the day.

And through it all he was kept chained to that damned wall.

They were smart as well as sadistic, he would give them that.

They had taken his home, his lord - he could no longer feel Aizen-sama’s reiatsu, no matter how much his mind rebelled at that notion - and he had even been denied the right to hold and comfort his mate.

Every time Grimmjow would look away from him with empty eyes after a torture session, every time he would curl up onto himself in a corner trembling because he couldn’t get the safety that Ulquiorra was supposed to provide for him was a wound to his psyche deeper than any physical injury the soul reapers could ever do to him.

That bastard of a captain with the eye patch knew it and had made sure he was aware of his own helplessness when he once petted the tangled blue locks of a naked, unconscious Grimmjow with mocked tenderness before his eyes.

It was then that Ulquiorra truly learnt the meaning of hate and despair.

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Yet, in spite of everything, all Ulquiorra had to do was look at Grimmjow to remember and pull himself from the darkness of his mind.

He was a hollow, the elite of Aizen’s army, a creature supposedly born out of despair.

Szayel, Stark and Hallibel were still alive somewhere in this hell. So was the orange haired hollow-like human - he refused to dirty the boy by calling him a shinigami anymore. He had caught glimpses of the boy being carted around too before, so did Grimmjow. The little contact they had had seemed to help the panther’s mood immensely, for which Ulquiorra was grateful.

The former espada grinded his teeth, and glanced at the sleeping form of Grimmjow at his feet. So close and yet so far away.

One day, he would break them out of there. All of them.

And then he would be the one to teach their enemies the true meaning of despair.

Kittens photos and update

2009-09-07T18:54:44Z

I promised more pictures of Creamy's kittens, so here they are!

And the last one! That was Ayate, aka Hime. ^^ She is the smartest of the litter and really looks like her mother now. They have the same fur, so that we can't even tell them apart sometimes when they are resting together on the ground.

The family is perfectly fine, and the kittens have gotten used to us. This is wonderful, as now when we come down to see them in the basement, they immediately come to greet us! It's adorable. Today they fell asleep on my lap while waiting for their mother to come back. Can you imagine it?

*dies of cuteness*

One of the kittens has also already found a home! The little reddish kitten will go for her new home when she is old enough to leave her mother. ^^

Memoire of not memories

2009-09-04T21:04:44Z

I dropped my memoire (aka the essay we have to write in our last year or so of university) at my teacher's office today.

I'm so god damn HAPPY to finally be done with it, it's just plain insane. I can barely believe I don't have to worry about it anymore. Sure, the teacher will probably tell me to correct a few last minute things, but the core of the memoire is over.

131 pages of studing translation theories.

Holy shit.

How the fuck did I manage to pull that off?? O_O (for the record, the required number was 60 pages) Frickin' mystery.

Now excuse me while I crawl into my bed and sleep for a week. 'cos 4 nights of going to sleep at 4am and waking up at 8am in a row just went and did a number on my brain. I think I'm seeing double.

*crawls into bed*

PS: more pictures of Creamy's kittens coming soon, 'cos the little furballs are the cutest thing I've ever seen. They've started to explore the basement!

PPS: Ignore the title of this post, lack of sleep is catching up to me, I don't even know what I'm writing anymore.

Bleach Fic: The Pet Series - Aizen/Grimmjow - PG-13 - Chapter 4

2009-08-31T15:05:06Z

Title: The Pet Series - Chapter 4 : Kittens
Author: Shadow Arashi
Fandom: Bleach
Pairing: implied Aizen x Grimmjow
Rating: PG-13 for swearing and the f!word
Word Count: 1260
Summary: In which Aizen needs a babysitter and find one in an unexpected person.
Warnings: Silly attempt at humor, hinted BL (boy love), swearing, jerk!Nnoitra, and overprotective!Pantera mode Grimmjow. This was inspired by my recent discovery that yes, male cats can and will take care of kittens, even letting then nurse from them. Cute isn't it?
Disclaimer: Bleach and all its characters belong to Tite Kubo, this fic is written for entertainment only and I don't make any profit of it.

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The last thing Grimmjow expected when he walked into the meeting room was to see the rest of the Espada cowering behind Aizen’s chair, while the man himself sat with his head in his hands, vaguely supported by Gin and Tousen.

Grimmjow stared, his feline ears flickering as he took in the strange sight (he had just finished training and had yet to change back to his sealed form).

"What the fuck are you doing?"

He demanded, feeling quite confused. Aizen blinked, finally registering his presence, and smiled tiredly at his Espada.

"Oh Grimmjow, you are back." The master of Las Noches rubbed his forehead once again as if in pain "We are just facing some… difficulties right now, you see. I wanted to try something different with the Hogyoku and… this is the result."

Aizen gestured toward the other side of the room with a swipe of his hand.

Grimmjow raised an eyebrow, before he turned his head to look what could have bothered the rest of the Espada and Aizen that much.

His jaw nearly hit the floor when he saw what appeared to be three little children, looking no older than five, sitting down onto the floor and hugging each others as they shiver with cold and fright.

The Sexta’s sharp feline eyes quickly noticed that they were arrancars indeed, complete with little remnants of masks and the facial markings. He couldn’t see where their hollow hole were under the white clothes they were wearing but he didn’t need to at this point.

As he observed them, he noticed that one of the children was a pale blond, grey-eyed boy with black marking around his eyes and a crown like mask on his forehead. He was holding onto another boy with reddish hair and dark eyes, who somehow reminded Grimmjow of that damn shinigami brat, Kurosaki. Even the mask was slightly similar, and two red little strips decorated his right cheek. The last child was a little girl with long black hair and violet eyes, who was clinging tightly to the two boys. Her markings made a star above her left eye with a single red trail running down her cheek, reminiscent of Ulquiorra’s own markings.

Immediately Grimmjow felt the situation was all wrong, and his instincts kicked in.

"What the hell Aizen?"

The panther turned back toward his leader abruptly and almost snarled (because he had more sense than actually growling at his ‘master’), tail twitching violently behind him. He failed to notice the children’s wide eyes as they watched him, too busy as he was glaring at the shinigami before him.

Aizen rubbed his forehead again with a sigh.

"As I just said, they were a new experiment. The result was not what I was expecting though, since they are merely children as you can clearly see. They have potential however, and I do not wish to kill them needlessly. The problem is that I do not know what to do with them."

"Then get someone to play babysitter for a while."

The whole thing was rubbing Grimmjow the wrong way. That was no way to deal with cubs damnit! He thought as he saw the kittens trembling from being in the same room as stronger predators from the corner of his eyes.

"I would if I could. But we were just going over this issue and none of the Espada can or wants to take that job."

"Oh, really? You mean those morons can’t even deal with kittens!?"

The feline hollow dead-panned, glaring harder than ever at the arrancars still cowering behind Aizen’s chair.

His words hit the mark, and Nnoitra came out from his hiding spot, growling at the smaller Espada.

"Watch yer mouth, pussycat! It’s just that I have better things to do with my life than babysitting those brats! They will just get in the way, anyway!"

Then, unable to contain his anger at the situation anymore, Nnoitra fired a cero at the children.

"NNOITRA!"

Aizen yelled, already lashing out his reiatsu at the fifth Espada to get him under control even as the wall exploded and smoke filled the corner of the room.

"I thought I said that none of you were to harm those children."

The shinigami spoke in a deceptively soft voice, icy cold eyes glaring at Nnoitra who was panting on the floor under the weight of Aizen’s reiatsu.

"God, I hope the children are alright." Aizen murmured.

The master of Las Noches turned toward the spot where the children had been, and feared the worst as he and the rest of the Espada waited for the smoke to clear.

When the last of the smoke was gone, it was their turn to find their jaw hanging onto the floor, as they could hardly believe what they were seeing.

Grimmjow was standing protectively in front of the little hollows children, an arm raised above their heads as he held them against his chest with the other. His tail was lashing angrily as he rose from his crouching position, the children curled up into his arms.

Nobody had seen him move.

"WHAT THE FUCK NNOITRA?! YOU JUST DON’T ATTACK KITTENS LIKE THAT, YOU FREAK!"

The feline was utterly pissed, and the former shinigami and members of the Espada could only watch in shock as Grimmjow give Nnoitra the verbal trashing of his life while still holding onto the children and covering their ears.

Finally the Sexta stopped screaming, and with a last glare and a kick at the still prone form of the fifth Espada, he walked toward the other end of the marble table and sat the children down on it.

He then proceeded to fuss over them, to the joy of the children who, no longer shaking in fear of the taller and stronger arrancar, were clinging to the feline hollow and begging for attention as they would their mother.

Grimmjow accepted all the attention and grabby little hands without so much as a twitch, not even complaining when the blond boy captured a strand of his long hair and refused to let go. When he was sure they were ok, he gathered his new litter in his arms and left the meeting room, unaware that he was being followed.

Nine arrancars and three shinigami discreetly followed the Sexta until the feline had reached his room, where they watched him drop the children onto his bed before he joined them and curled up with them on top of the sheets. Soon the children were sleeping contently, pressed against the warm body of the panther.

The Espada watched the whole thing in mute awe from the doorway, the only sound to break the silence being Grimmjow’s quiet purring. Ulquiorra was the first to recover, as he shook his head and accurately summarized the situation.

"As unbelievable as it seems, the Sexta apparently possesses some mothering instincts toward the youth. Maybe we should let Grimmjow take care of the children, Aizen-sama."

Aizen nodded after a few seconds, ignoring the faint whisper of ‘Thank god they are past nursing age then’ from Szayel as a smile slowly spread across his face.

"That is an excellent idea. I guess even male cats have strong parental instincts after all."

The brown haired former captain looked fondly at the newly made make-shift family, and made a mental note to himself to reward his favourite Espada accordingly for his quick thinking and a job well done later that night.

As soon as the children were asleep and out of the way of course.

Bleach Fic : The Pet Series - Aizen/Grimmjow - PG-13

2009-08-24T19:37:00Z

Time for another Bleach fic, but with a ff.net link only this time, because I forgot to post it on my LJ.

Title: The Pet Series
Author: Shadow Arashi
Fandom: Bleach
Pairing: Aizen x Grimmjow
Rating: PG-13
Summary: A series of oneshots for the couple Aizen/Grimmjow. Humorous, cute, fluff, yaoi. Rated for swear words.
Warnings: Bleach and all its characters belong to Tite Kubo, this fic is written for entertainment only and I dont make any profit of it.

Chapter 1 - Breakaway

Chapter 2 - Birth

Chapter 3 - Addiction

Bleach AMV : Grimmichi - Black Eyes Blue Tears

2009-08-23T19:46:13Z

I just realised that I was really behind with upload all my fanwork, so here a Bleach amv for all the fans of the couple Ichigo/Grimmjow. Here is the details taken from the YouTube page:

Download link

This is a special project of mine, which started its life as a parody. See how that ended. XD;

Anyway this video just jumped at me when I heard the song on the radio while I was rewatching the episode where Aizen has to 'discipline' Grimmjow... The rest as they say, is history.

This amv has a plot along with the effects (which I didn't want to overuse here) so please read this after watching the video if you can:

Basically Aizen is being a naughty leader and abusing the hell out of Grimmjow until Ichigo steps in. The video relates their moments until the end, where Grimmjow finally breaks free. The plot follows the lyrics, so I tried to match the lyrics with moments from the anime. I hope I did it right.

Anime: Bleach
Pairing: Ichigo x Grimmjow; Aizen x Grimmjow (in an 'anti' sort of way)
Song: in the credits

NOTE: Before I'm asked, the images come from the following doujinshi:

* Punchi Drunk and Punchi Drunker by Amainu
* Seppun by 969
* Two Way by File 166
* Chuushirou by Tsubakisou
* Strawberry Room by K-Line (+ one fanart by the same artist)

Bleach Fic: Read Between The Lines - Ichigo/Grimmjow - NC-17

2009-08-21T16:52:50Z

It's fic time again!

Title: Read Between The Lines
Author: Shadow Arashi
Fandom: Bleach
Pairing: Ichigo x Grimmjow
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 2588
Summary: Ichigo ponders his Hollow’s words about Grimmjow's lack of feelings, words are exchanged, barriers are broken and things heat up.
Warnings: After!war fanfic, reversal of the 'Grimmjow fucks Ichigo and Ichigo likes it' plot. Dub-con in the beginning and pondering of the arrancars’ nature. Also, Grimmjow may seem a bit OOC but I tried to explain why to the best of my abilities in the fic, so I hope it fits.
Disclaimer: Bleach and all its characters belong to Tite Kubo, this fic is written for entertainment only and I don’t make any profit of it.

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It started with a simple question from his hollow. He should have known better than to listen to the little bastard.

/You really believe you’re in love with that espada, don’t you, King?/

/Ex-espada, and I don’t see how that is any of your business. Beside, if you are really supposed to be me, you should know the answer to that already./

/You’re setting yourself up for heartbreak King... He is a hollow, he can’t feel love. I should know./

/What do you mean?/

/Exactly what it sounds like. Hollows are born out of souls who lost their heart and their humanity. We can’t feel love like the rest of you humans. We are negative creatures by birth./

/I don’t believe it. Beside Grimmjow is an arrancar, a hollow who gained shinigami powers along with a greater sense of self. There is no way that he- that they can’t feel anything. I would have believed it from Ulquiorra and you and I both know he still sacrificed himself for Inoue in the end./

/…Do as you please, but don’t come crying to me when he breaks your heart./

That’s what prompted him to ask the next time the former espada dropped by his house to visit him.

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"Grimmjow, did you guys ever… you know, had relationships with each others in Las Noches?"

Ichigo asked a bit awkwardly, finally gathering enough nerves and glancing at the arrancar sprawled on his bed from behind his textbook. It had been bothering him ever since he had had that talk with his hollow, he had to ask.

He had to know.

"What are you talkin’ about, shinigami? Of course not," Ichigo’s heart throb a little as Grimmjow didn’t even seem to consider the question seriously "we are hollows. We don’t feel love or affection or any of that crap. Where did that come from anyway?"

"I don’t believe it."

He said firmly, and he really didn't. He had been around Grimmjow and Nell too long to believe anything else.

And as he watched Grimmjow’s confused expression, he suddenly realised that the real problem wasn’t the arrancars’ supposed lack of feelings. It was that they had merely forgotten how to feel.

"Tch, you’re really weird today, shinigami. But you should get those ideas out of your head, seriously. It’ll get you killed."

"So you are worried about me? I don’t know about you, but where I come from we call it caring, Grimmjow."

The former espada narrowed his eyes at the boy; finally sitting up and giving up on the book he had been reading.

"What are you trying to prove, shinigami?"

"What do you think?

Grimmjow’s frown deepened. He didn’t like where this was going. It was dangerous, though not so much for himself as it was for the shinigami.

A little part of himself whispered a soft ‘liar’ somewhere in the back of his mind. He ignored it.

"You’re navigating into dangerous water, Ichigo. You’re only gonna get yourself killed that way."

"The same way you were going to kill me? We both know how that turned out. And though I’m glad to see you actually do remember my name, my point is still valid."

"Stop it, I’m warning you shinigami. You’re going for self destruction if you keep that up."

But Ichigo wouldn’t back down, even with Grimmjow glaring at him as he was right now, not when he may just have found the solution. It was so obvious; he couldn’t understand how nobody saw it.

"Once again it sounds like caring to me. You are only proving my point."

"Damnit Ichigo!"

Grimmjow was suddenly in his face and slamming his hands down on his desk. And yet he still couldn’t let it go.

Because as he gazed into the piercing blue eyes currently glaring at him; he could catch a glimpse of something else lurking behind all the aggression and the apathy.

Grimmjow was afraid.

"What’s so wrong about emotions, Grimmjow? Why do you refuse the possibility that you could feel anything else than hate and anger so strongly?"

He asked, dropping his textbook and getting up, up and into Grimmjow’s space, watching with fascination as the headstrong arrancar actually backed away from him abruptly.

"’Cos that’s just not how hollows work, you moron! You’re only baring your throat to the wolf with that mentality!"

Grimmjow had stepped back toward the bed and this time Ichigo was the one who pushed forward.

"Then what about Nell? What about you? You can’t tell me you are purely evil, I refuse to believe any of that crap. You wouldn’t be standing before me right now otherwise."

"You’re an even bigger fool than I thought then, now back the fuck off."

"No. Not until I get an answer."

"I told you-"

Ichigo let out an annoyed sound, tackling the taller man onto the bed and throwing caution to the wind, pressed his lips to the arrancar. Whatever Grimmjow was about to say ended in a chocked gasp.

"Now, was that so bad?" he breathed as he pulled away.

"You- You!"

The blue haired arrancar hissed like a wild cat, his eyes becoming wild (he would have say desperate, if he hadn’t known better) as his namesake. Ichigo felt more than he saw Grimmjow rip his arm from his grip and decided to act quickly.

In single movement he grabbed Grimmjow by the back of the head and forced their mouths together again.

Grimmjow started to struggle against his grip, his sharp claw-like nails sinking into his skin but he refused to let go. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he was vaguely aware that letting go now would be catastrophic. He would never get another chance if he did. Thankfully, he had the advantage in this position and Grimmjow was unable to break away, though the arrancar's confusion toward the situation may have played a part in it.

When he finally pulled away, they were both breathless and panting. After a few seconds the arrancar turned his head and closed his eyes, refusing to look at him.

It was obvious to the orange haired shinigami then that Grimmjow didn’t know how to react. The arrancar, who had no memory of his life as a human, was like a teenager in this domain. Nothing in his life as a hollow in Las Noches had prepared him for this and he was so unbalanced by the situation that he wasn't even trying to actively fight back anymore.

"See? It’s not so bad," Ichigo tried to comfort the disturbingly quiet man gently "and if you were truly the kind of person you seem to think you are, you would have punch me already."

Grimmjow’s eyes snapped opened, and Ichigo realised almost instantly he had made a mistake.

That nagging feeling in the back of his mind grew sharper and suddenly, all he saw was black.

/Since you can’t seem to be able to handle your kitten by yourself I’m going to help you, whether you want it or not!/

Ichigo blinked, and his newly turned black on gold eyes narrowed as he dodged a clawed hand from the now very agitated feline.

With an inhuman growl, he forced the other man down onto the bed again and tore at the hakama the arrancar was wearing with a yell of frustration. Suddenly he wanted nothing more than to strip him bare and tear him open, was aching for it and desperate to finally break the wall separating them once and for all, blissfully uncaring of the other’s startled yelp of panic in his daze.

"Wait, Kurosaki sto-!"

"If you won’t listen then I’m going to make you!"

The arrancar let out another yelp of shock, only to be cut short when the shinigami slammed one hand on the mattress above his head. He stared at the boy, stunned at the unusual display of aggressiveness from the boy, until he saw the black and gold eyes.

Ichigo stared back, panting and eyes shifting subtly in color every few seconds.

"What are you so afraid of?" he whispered as he shifted to settle between the now bare legs "Are you scared to find out you are not so hollow inside or…" Grimmjow’s eyes widened "are you scared I’ll make you feel?!"

Ichigo yanked the hollow’s long legs upward and-

"I said wai-"

Thrust in, achieving that final connection between them.

Grimmjow let out a chocked sound, his whole body tensing under the shinigami as his hands desperately tore at the bed's covers in an attempt to hold onto something.

His vision blurred, and he couldn’t tell if it was him or Ichigo who was trembling.

Ichigo could have sworn his mind short-circuited the instant he felt himself enter the other male and he stilled, not so lost yet that he couldn’t realised the pain Grimmjow must have been in. He had been so bent on trying to reach the stubborn hollow, so determined to connect them that he had literally forced his way inside without preparation.

At that moment he hated his inner Hollow (or was it himself?) for that, and yet he couldn’t bring himself to stop.

He blinked down at the arrancar, saw the lightly tanned face twisted in pain and caught their lips into another kiss, desperate to sooth the hurt, desperate to make him understand…

Grimmjow gasped for air frantically beneath him, feeling cornered and trapped. Ichigo’s weight was suffocating him, he couldn’t move like this and it hurt and he could swear he was bleeding.

"Let go-!"

He was vaguely aware that his voice conveyed too much distress, but he couldn't get a grip on himself. The boy had turned his mind upside down more easily than Aizen ever did. He had been so careless, never even thought the shinigami was a serious threat and for the first time of his life he was experiencing something akin to fear.

"I said let me go you fuckin-" he growled, half in pain and half in genuine panic as his hands finally grabbed the boy's shoulders and clawed madly at the tender flesh.

"No," the teen panted, ignoring the claws digging into his skin and pressed forward "not until I’ve broken through that wall of yours."

With one last thrust he was finally fully inside and Grimmjow instinctively arched his back to brace himself, which only spurred the boy on.

Raising the arrancar’s legs even higher he covered them with soft kisses, both a worshipping and an apology, all the while searching for that spot he knew would make the feline come alive.

When he felt Grimmjow bit back a cry he knew he had found it, and aimed for that spot relentlessly. Through it all he stared into wide blue eyes, searching for something, though he wasn’t even sure what.

The former Espada didn’t know up from down anymore, torn between running away and the growing pleasure his body was being subjected to. The initial pain, though sharp, had faded thanks to his healing abilities and was no more than a slow burn by now.

And to his absolute terror, he was slowly but surely being taken over by the sensations.

"Ichi…go…"

He barely recognized the pleading voice as his own, the world seemingly reduced to the fire eating at his insides.

"Don’t think Grimmjow, just feel. Let your body show you… that you are alive…"

How? He couldn’t do that he didn’t know how to do that and-

Oh!

Grimmjow tried hard not to scream as Ichigo slammed back inside him, eyes snapping open wide at the unexpected feeling. His brain had finally caught up with his body and that definitely wasn’t pain he was feeling now.

"Unnhh!"

He didn’t even bother to contain his moans anymore this time as Ichigo caught him into a heated kiss again, the boy dropping one hand to circle his length and still thrusting inside him with single-minded determination.

At the next thrust he found himself spreading his legs wider to accommodate the boy. And at the next as well. And the next.

Before he knew it he was holding onto the shinigami for dear life.

And then he was moving in time with Ichigo’s thrusts and pressing himself closer to the source of his pleasure, all thoughts of escape gone from his mind. Nothing in Hueco Mundo had ever compared to this.

Ichigo seemed to feel the change in mood and pulled the arrancar’s hips flushed against him, pushing deeper than ever into his body and bit down on his neck hard enough to draw blood.

Grimmjow groaned, mouth falling open in bliss and shock as Ichigo licked the blood off with wild eyes.

"See? You can bleed just like me; you can feel lust and pleasure just like me. You simply forgot you still have a heart when you turned into a hollow."

So this was what it meant to feel alive…

This burning sensation in the deep of his guts that was driving him crazy, demanding more pleasure, more of Ichigo…

That was it?

Something broke inside him then, and Grimmjow stopped resisting.

With a low moan, his eyes slide half shut and he finally gave himself up to the flame Ichigo had ignited inside him. And the next time the shinigami’s lips touched his, he kissed back and their hands found each others.

After that everything blurred into a frenzy of moans, thrusting and groping at each others, both racing toward their peak as Ichigo pounded into the espada’s now willing and shaking body.

Grimmjow reached his climax first, gasping as he threw his back, whole body tightening around the pulsing length inside him and spraying his stomach with moisture.

Ichigo was only a few seconds behind, the increased pressure on his member combined with the very apparent proof of his partner's enjoyment pushing him over the edge. With a last powerful thrust he found his release inside the warm body of the arrancar.

Still panting from the force of his orgasm he pulled the other man into a hug, dropping his forehead on a lightly tanned shoulder. He was slowly coming back to himself while the last of his Hollow's influence was dissipating, and he was growing increasingly reluctant to face reality.

The truth was that, even though he knew that what he had just done was morally borderline, he couldn't find it in himself to regret any of it. He may never have had another chance and was determined to make amend, but he would never throw away what he had just shared with Grimmjow even if the arrancar refused to seen him ever again.

Gingerly pulling out from the heated body of the arrancar, he brushed the soft blue hair away from the exhausted face, and was delighted when Grimmjow didn't pull away, the other man even going as far as nuzzling his hand tiredly.

Ichigo felt his heart skip a beat in pure happiness.

Seems like his gamble had paid off once again in the end.

With a content, relieved sight he laid down by Grimmjow’s side on the bed, caressing the hollow's back every once in a while as they both slowly doze off.

The last thing Ichigo heard as he fell asleep was Grimmjow's gentle purring and, far away in the back of his mind, the cackling of his inner Hollow.

/Guess you were right about this arrancar, King. Don't ever let him go though, or I'll steal him away when you aren't looking! Ahahahahaha!!!/

Bleach Fic: Artificial Joy Club - Aizen/Grimmjow - NC-17

2009-08-11T11:09:43Z

Fic time! I finally got some inspiration unil the next chapter of The Pet Series.

Title: Artificial Joy Club
Author: Shadow Arashi
Fandom: Bleach
Pairing: Aizen x Grimmjow
Rating: R/NC-17
Word Count: --
Summary: 50 moments in time between a master and his most beloved servant, 50 snapshots of the relationship between the master of Las Noches and his Sexta Espada.
Warnings: I wrote this based on 1sentence challenge, even though I’m not a member or anything, I just needed inspiration. This is for the Aizen/Grimmjow pairing and contains fluff, romance, a tiny bit of humour, angst and some sexual content. They are meant to belong to the same universe btw, and I apologise for abusing the hell out of the commas and semi-colons.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, not even the ideas this time, only my writing skills. Bleach and its characters belong to Tite Kubo, to my greatest despair. Dedicated to my reviewers on The Pet series, thank you and don’t worry, there will be more!

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01 – Comfort

Grimmjow never quite understood why he had really accepted to follow this shinigami who was claiming to be his master now; but as he threw himself down onto the plush bed, he couldn’t deny this was the first time he had enjoyed such comfort; and for that he was grateful even if he didn’t show it.

#02 – Kiss

The first time he kissed him the arrancar was in his released form and accidentally scrapped his mouth with his sharp fangs; he couldn’t bring himself to care though when a rough tongue licked the blood dripping from his chin and lips in a silent apology.

#03 – Soft

There was nothing soft in appearance about Grimmjow, or any of the arrancars for that matter; however, what most people didn’t know was how soft Grimmjow’s fur and hair truly were in his pantera form; only Aizen knew that fact and he intended to keep it that way.

#04 – Pain

The inhabitants of Hueco Mundo were no strangers to pain, it was actually quite the contrary; yet nothing compared to the twist in his guts when he saw the disappointment in Aizen’s eyes when he came back from his trip to the human world.

#05 – Potatoes

Every once in a while he would get a craving for the potatoes they made in the Rugonkai, warm and soft and made to be eaten like a candy by peeling away the skin; his sweet tooth was appeased when he found out that Grimmjow filled that craving just as well.

#06 – Rain

Grimmjow would always become irritable when it rained; though it had nothing to do with his feline lineage and everything to do with his death, not that Aizen cared; he just hated the distant look that never left the panther’s eyes in those moments, as if he was nothing more than a ghost, even when he was thrusting deep inside the hollow’s warm body.

#07 – Chocolate

There was not much use for candies and other sweet things in Hueco Mundo; still, Aizen loved to keep a steady supply of dark chocolate around, not only because it tasted delicious but also because it was a wonderful natural aphrodisiac; one that was especially effective on certain felines.

#08 – Happiness

Their life wasn’t perfect, not by a long shot, but as they lay tangled together, exhausted and still reeling with pleasure, Aizen supposed they were as close to happiness as they would ever get.

#09 – Telephone

It was months after leaving Soul Society that Aizen remembered he still had a cell phone which he had got on a mission in the human world; he was about to toss it into the trash can when he thought better of it; he almost regretted it when Gin discovered that the cell phone now contained dirty pictures of a certain sexta espada, but it was worth it to see the arrancar blush to the root of his hair.

#10 – Ears

The first time he saw Grimmjow in his released state, he couldn’t tear his eyes away from the adorable, cute looking cat ears the hollow was now wearing; after he had given in and reached out to touch them, Aizen realized he had found a new fetish.

#11 – Name

Aizen always asked the name of his new arrancars because he believed names were the keys to a person’s personality, and he liked to know who he was dealing with; nothing could have prepare him for the tidal wave of emotions one Grimmjow Jeagerjaques would bring however.

#12 – Sensual

Whoever said felines were sensual creatures was definitely right, Aizen thought dazedly as Grimmjow lapped the white liquid which was slowly running down his fingers, the panther moaning softly in delight as he sucked the last drops before asking for another cup of warm milk with hopeful eyes.

#13 – Death

The espada had been created to represent the aspects of Death, yet it was difficult to remember that those hollows were actually dead, in a matter of speaking, especially when you had someone as lively as Grimmjow around; though Aizen wouldn’t have changed the feline for the world.

#14 – Sex

Grimmjow knew that his physiology was basically the same as a cat and that it covered his sex drive as well, so he knew what to expect every years at that time of the month, even if he despised it; that changed radically when Aizen dragged him to his private room by the back of his neck one day and commanded him to ‘lift his tail’ for no one else but him; he never regretted it.

#15 – Touch

Hollows were used to having nothing but violent physical contact, if they had any, so Aizen’s gentle caresses on his damp skin after sex were both wonderful and frightening in their own right, only because he didn’t know what to make of those non-threatening touches.

#16 – Weakness

Grimmjow had never considered himself to be weak, he would have never got anywhere in Hueco Mundo if he had been; and yet that had never stopped him from feeling as weak as a kitten whenever Aizen looked at him like he was doing now; but he could never bring himself to feel ashamed or worried about it, not when Aizen was making love to him like he was something precious rather than a tool.

#17 – Tears

Aizen never thought he was capable of tears, yet it was hard to deny the water drops rolling down his cheeks while he was cradling the broken, barely breathing form of his sexta espada in his arms.

#18 – Speed

Despite the aspect of death he embodied, Grimmjow’s true form was all about speed rather than brute strength, something Aizen never got tired of as he secretly watches Grimmjow run around Las Noches like a cheetah and pouncing on unsuspecting arrancars in glee.

#19 – Wind

Grimmjow swore furiously as the wind messed up his new uniform once again, unaware that Aizen’s eyes were glued to his body and that he was inwardly thanking the elements for the free show he was getting; the shinigami was also mentally congratulating himself for switching all of Grimmjow’s uniforms to a lighter version that shown as much skin below the waist line as above.

#20 – Freedom

The day he realized he could never tame Grimmjow completely was also the day he understood why he considered the unruly feline to be his favourite; and that was because Grimmjow was the very embodiment of the freedom he had always strived to obtain back in Soul Society.

#21 – Life

In spite of his violent tendencies and his willingness to kill, Grimmjow was keenly aware of the value of life; and he never valued his own life so much as when he was tangled in the sheets of the man who called himself his master, writhing in pleasure and finally feeling truly alive for the first time since he became a hollow.

#22 – Jealousy

Aizen didn’t think of himself as a jealous person, he was too sure of himself for that; thus he wasn’t expecting the emotion that tugged at his heart when Grimmjow started paying more attention to his rivalry with Ulquiorra than him; the thought that Grimmjow may have been doing it out of jealousy himself never crossed his mind.

#23 – Hands

He wasn’t afraid to dirty his hands to get the job done, and it was a quality that Aizen appreciated in Grimmjow even if he didn’t show it often; because he knew Grimmjow would never hesitate to kill for him.

#24 – Taste

The first time Grimmjow got to taste him, he was so surprised he coughed and spilled everything onto the bed, all the while wincing at the bitter taste; Aizen merely ruffled his hair and told him it would come with practice.

#25 – Devotion

Tousen always said that Ulquiorra was the most devoted arrancar in the espada; Aizen would just smile at the other man and laugh silently, for he knew better; his Grimmjow never show it outwardly but the panther knew how to prove his devotion to his master and did it every night without fail.

#26 – Forever

Aizen didn’t believe in forever, which was why he was confident none of his opponents would be an obstacle forever; it wasn’t until Kurosaki Ichigo nearly killed Grimmjow and he almost lost the sexta that he truly realized nothing last forever, not even the things he cared about the most.

#27 – Blood

Grimmjow loved blood, loved spilling it and enjoyed the taste of it like a fine wine, or the proverbial cat’s cream, and Aizen thought that it suited him well indeed, especially when Grimmjow was licking himself clean without a care in the world before him.

#28 – Sickness

Sickness was not something that happened in Hueco Mundo; so when Grimmjow suddenly fell sick and became so weak he was unable to get out of bed; Aizen didn’t rest until Szayel found a cure and assured him that the feline arrancar would completely recover.

#29 – Melody

If he hadn’t been at the right place at the right time, Aizen would never have thought that Grimmjow could actually sing; the fact that the melody was a low, sad tune and totally unexpected from Grimmjow made the moment all the more precious.

#30 – Star

He had always been attracted to bright, powerful things and to people who shone brighter than everybody else; and even though Grimmjow was not the most powerful of his espada, his very being definitely made him the star among them.

#31 – Home

He never expected to feel home sick after leaving Soul Society, and to be honest he never did; however he never expected to come to love the deserted plains of Hueco Mundo as a second home either; yet as he glanced down at the blue haired man running across the wide expands of white sand, he suspected the inhabitants had something to do with it.

#32 – Confusion

Grimmjow’s confused face as he stared at the blue plastic dildo, one eyebrow lift up as if wondering what he was supposed to do with it, was so unexpectedly cute that Aizen almost squealed out loud, though it would have been a very undignified thing to do, so he stifled his laugh and started explaining the purpose of the object.

#33 – Fear

The first and only time Aizen saw Grimmjow show fear was right after his first encounter with Nnoitra, shortly after his ‘birth’; the shinigami would never forget the way the young arrancar trembled and hide his head under his arms like a frightened kitten clinging to its mother.

#34 - Lightning/Thunder

He was always filled to the brim with energy, which only became worse when it was stormy outside; then he would eventually grow so restless with the thunder and lightning that he would inevitably slip into Aizen’s room, silently begging the other man to help him burn some of his extra energy; to this day he still hasn’t found a better way than Aizen’s chosen method of screwing him against the window while they admire the storm outside.

#35 – Bonds

Most people believe that love is the strongest emotion bonding people together; Aizen personally thought the strongest of bond was the one between master and servant; because while the two weren’t equal, it implied complete trust from one side and complete responsibility from the other to work properly; and he was glad to see that his Grimmjow was starting to learn.

#36 – Market

He remembered going to the market in the Rugonkai once as a child and seeing a wild cat and her litter hiding in an alley, wary but desperate for food and a warm caress; Aizen could see that same look in Grimmjow’s eyes sometimes and it never failed to make him reach out for the other man in hope of banishing that starving look forever.

#37 – Technology

Aizen was the kind of man who will use every tool at his disposition to reach his goal, including technology; also Szayel was only half surprised when he was ordered to find a way to control Grimmjow’s rather… active sexuality when his ‘owner’ wasn’t there to satisfy him.

#38 – Gift

The blue haired arrancar glared at the small object in his hand and considered throwing it into the trash, but it was a gift and somehow, he didn’t quite have the heart to tell Aizen that catnip didn’t affect him at all.

#39 – Smile

Grimmjow didn’t smile so much as he grinned or smirked; Aizen’s own smiles were not exactly truthful either, except when he was watching the sexta espada sleep, and only because the other man was surprisingly cute when he was all curled up and purring like a cat.

#40 – Innocence

He had never given much thought on the subject but seeing Grimmjow’s wide eyes and lack of understanding, it suddenly hit home how utterly innocent the newly made arrancar actually was to the facts of life, and more importantly, sex; not that Aizen minded being his teacher.

#41 – Completion

For as far as he could remembered he had always felt that hunger gawking at his insides, a hunger that he thought would never be fully satisfied, not even after joining Aizen; until his new master took it upon himself to solve the problem by thoughtfully ravishing him, finally filling the gaping hole in his soul as he pushed his body to completion.

#42 – Clouds

Sometimes he couldn’t help but fear that the feline espada would disappear forever one day; carried away by his whimsical personality to a place where he couldn’t reach him, like the clouds in the sky.

#43 – Sky

Grimmjow’s eyes and hair were the exact colour of the sky, and maybe that was the reason Aizen’s gaze was first drawn to him; because that electric sky blue was the polar opposite of Hueco Mundo’s darkness and dullness.

#44 – Heaven

He never believed in Heaven, he had saw too much, both in this life and the previous one when he was still an orphan roaming the streets; but he thought that he could believe in it as long as he was with his ‘master’, whether Aizen was simply talking to him or pounding him into the mattress.

#45 – Hell

For as hellish as Hueco Mundo was for many souls, it was still the only home Grimmjow had ever known; it had became something of a real home after Aizen’s arrival and it was only after the shinigami was killed in the Winter War that it truly became Hell for the feline arrancar.

#46 – Sun

Like a true cat, Grimmjow would instinctively try to curl up on a high place and doze under the warm rays of the sun if given the chance; Aizen usually stay close to him and watch over him then, because people tend to flock over to the sleeping hollow and marvel at how different he was in his sleep; and that just wouldn’t do.

#47 – Moon

Aizen never gave much credits to what people said about the full moon’s influence over people, animals and nature in general; until he was woken up in the middle of the night by a flushed, lust-driven Grimmjow in pantera form; waking up the following morning with scratches all over his body was totally worth the wild sex that ensued though.

#48 – Waves

He loved his current life at Las Noches, he really did, but sometimes when he was laying alone in bed after Aizen had sated his desire with his body, Grimmjow would feel the waves crashing down on him and pulling him under; so he kept moving and fighting so he wouldn’t have to feel himself drowning.

#49 – Hair

He ran down the brush one last time through the long locks of silky blue hair before setting it down, silently admiring the lean form of the dozing feline by his side; a glance at the clock confirmed that they still had half an hour before the meeting and Aizen smiled in glee as he process to tie ribbons of all colours in the beautiful mane of the sleeping espada.

#50 - Supernova

Arrancars tend to release their sealed forms in a burst of energy that looked similar to a supernova; Aizen imagines it mustn’t be so different from the bankai, but the only explosion he really cares about is the one that leaves him panting and breathless, body reeling and still rocking slightly with aftershock into the exhausted panther sprawled under him.

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And this is the end of this series of vignettes on their relationship. I was really inspired when I wrote this, since I actually did it all in one sitting, and I’m rather pleased with it. I was going to settle for a random title like ’50 moments’ and so, but I finally fell back onto this one, which is the name of a band/singer. Just so you know, so don’t try to make sense of it. It doesn’t really have any… At least not that I’m aware of.

Phone calls

2009-08-06T15:30:42Z

Did you ever received strange phone calls?

This may seems random but reading creepy stuff on the internet reminded me of a voicemail I got a few months back.

I was about to leave the house when my phone rung. From the ring tone I knew it was a voicemail, as I have personlised my ring tones so I can tell who is calling me since I refuse to pick up the phone if I don't know who the caller is.

So I listen to the message and then BAM! I hear this horrifying screech right by my ear. That, and lot of statics. Scared the hell out of me at first, since I wasn't expecting it. There was no voice, not even backgroung music as if someone's phone had been calling by accident by being left in the bottom of a bag or something. Just a screeching sound over statics. It was really weird.

It wasn't from anyone I know either, so I deleted it.

I still don't know what it was all about. Probably nothing, but it makes for a good story I guess.

Shadow - back to finish her essay in time for september

Kittens photos!

2009-08-05T20:47:47Z

I promised some pictures of the kitten Creamy just had so here they are!

Please ignore the mess that is our basement XD;;

Creamy was really nice by letting us get close to the kittens. She moved them to a more seclude spot today though, so I couldn't take photos of all the kittens. Sorry about that ^^;; The ones I have are of the first 2 kittens when they were barely a hour old. They are the cutest thing ever. *_*

Hopefully I will get close to the kitties again soon for more photos. ^_^

Oh btw, the hands are mine and my dad. XD The red sweater is mine too.

I HAS KITTENS!!!!!

2009-08-03T18:53:15Z

OH MY GOD!

Guess what, one of my cats just gave birth to 4 lovely kittens half an hour ago!!!!! The moe factor is over 9000 folks! They are so tiny and cute! *_*

*mode awww off*

I totally didn't see it coming.

See, normally we make sure that all our pets are neutered as we get them from the animal shelter, thus meaning the animals are systematically neutered. However, it seems that they didn't do it with Creamy, the kittens' mother. Since she sort of ran away for a while and reappeared home only last year, we let her be until she got used to us again and now she is very caring and friendly.

And so she has kittens now. Four adorable, tiny fluffy balls of white/grey and sandy fur.

I even got to be there on time to see the birth of the second kitten. How cool is that?

Creamy also let us took them in our hands once she had cleaned them up and now she is settled in the basement, away from the others cats and the dogs. ^___^

The only sad thing is, my father thinks we don't really have place for two others cats. My mother and I are trying to convince my dad to try and get them adopted (or at worst case scenario 1 of them) rather than killing them. There are too many homeless cats out there so if it is comes to that I guess we will have to do it, but I rather like we don't have to...

*crossing fingers*

Amv stealing... again?

2009-07-28T13:18:26Z

What is it with people and using my amv without telling me? Seriously.

This is the second time it happens and I'm wondering now how many others videos did I miss... But hey, look at this, he or she got rid of the subtitles I didn't remove back when I did that amv.

I guess I should be proud that my material is good? O_o;;

At least something good came out of today: I got a new Bleach doujinshi and my vintage lolita dress arrived in the mail. ^__^

Horror Flash games

2009-07-26T16:51:46Z

I'm a big fan of horror movies and survival horror and horror games in general, I've always been. So I decided to list down a few flash games I found on the net that will scare the hell out of you:

Desolation - http://www.newgrounds.com/portal/view/452252
Closure - http://www.newgrounds.com/portal/view/480006
The House - http://fizzlebot.com/sinthai/thehouse.htm
Exmortis - http://www.newgrounds.com/portal/view/189227
Exmortis 2 - http://www.newgrounds.com/portal/view/303832
Purgatorium - http://www.vx4.com/misc-games/purgatorium.html
Hotel 626 - http://kbhgames.com/index.php/frame/aG90ZWw2MjYuY29tLw==/n//
The Majesty of Colors - http://www.newgrounds.com/portal/view/474519

While not all those games are scary per say, they are all interesting and I enjoyed most of them. I hope others will enjoy them too.

Google Bombing

2009-07-24T01:41:54Z

Because it was too good to pass up:

Currently If you type in your favorite google bar the search 'trou du cul du Web' (translated as 'asshole of the internet") the first result you get is...

The website of the French president Sarkosy.

I just love my country.