Resting grounds - Sexta and fraccion

Fuu streched slightly, not a lot of things had been picking at his interest today. Maybe it was because everyone was restless? It wasn't like he knew, nor did he care in the least. He didn't want to train, nor did he want to just wander around. He needed to get around and do something, and if he had to be in a bad mood to get it, damn it he would.

Moving around more he heard some yelling. Finally, something to entertain him. Going into his "hunt mode" he began his tracking to find where the yelling was coming from. It took him a while until he did finally find it. Popping his head from around one of the cornors he had been about to turn. Looking he reconginized the blue hair that was facing away from him. It was Grimmjow. The man that seemed to hate him becuase he held the number that the man used to have on his back, on his chest.

Fuu traced the six with his finger while he watched Grimmjow continue to yell at the person that Fuu couldn't see. Damn Grimmjow for being so big. Moving slowly around the cornor Fuu made his way up behind Gimmjow, the man seemed so busy being angry with the man that he must have not really been paying attention. Actually Fuu figure that Grimmjow mustn't have noticed that Fuu was there until he was on his back. Fuu had been so interested in the yelling, and wanted to see it so bad, that he had crawled onto Grimmjows back, his arms around the bigger mans shoulders and his legs around the mans waist. Fuu watched as the boy, that was getting yelled, expression change. It went from one of those "Please don't kill me" to a "what the fuck? is that Fuu?!" type of expression.

Grimmjow was pissed off. This little punk had thought that he could just shoot his mouth off. Of course one had to consider, and try to find a time when Grimmjow wasn't mad as all hell at SOMETHING. And this kid, this little punk who Grimmjow could snap with his fingers had shot his mouth off, and Grimmjow had heard it.

Giving a small feline snarl, he grabs a hold of the kid by the shirt front and gives him a quick shake, definitely not feeling Fuu's reiatsu as he drew nearer, and most certainly not while he watched him yelling at this kid. As a matter of fact it took the expression on the punk's face to change from "OMG don't kill me please!!" to a "What the bloody fuck?" That's when he felt the slight weight of Fuu on his back. His face, which was already contorted into a sneer, went into a glare, and Grimmjow dropped the smaller arrancar, and grabbed a hold of Fuu's shirt back, trying to throw him off. The small Arrancar was forgotten for now in the wake of this man.

Here was a man besides Ichigo Kurosaki that Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez hated with every fiber of his being. And one day, very soon, Grimmjow was going to kill him.

Fuu smiled, so Grimmjow was in the mood to play, perfect. Moving with enough force Fuu flipped over Grimmjow, his hands still holding onto the fabric that hardly covered the man’s chest, his feet touching down on the ground. With a quick movement Fuu threw Grimmjow over his head, and shoulders and into the wall that was a couple of feet away from them. Of course he would expect Grimmjow to get up quickly even though he fell onto the ground upside down.

Moving he pushed the man’s head lightly to the side, silently telling the man to get the fuck lost. Moving Fuu walked over to Grimmjow, of course keeping his distance since Grimmjow was like a stray cat. It takes time to gain their trust so that they stop clawing at you, though Fuu would work hard to break this feline. There was something about this man that picked at his interest, he didn’t know why; it was just that he did. If Fuu had his way, the teal headed male would never be allowed to leave him, or his fraccion.

Grimmjow had forgotten how strong and lethal Fuu was, and remembered the moment that he went flying over top of the Sexta Espada. Hitting the wall, Grimmjow got up as soon as he could figure out what way was supposed to be up. Glaring at Fuu, he snarls out, "I was dealing with that and now you've gotten rid of him. You'll do as a substitute then." His hand shot out, as he stepped forward.

If Grimmjow caught a hold of Fuu's neck, he was going to snap it like a twig. If he knew what Fuu thought of him, he would have released immediately and destroyed Fuu in an instant. Stray Cat was he? Not bloody likely. Grimmjow was the prideful Panther that stalked the sands of the White Desert. But something about this new Espada..... Yes he hated him, but it wasn't quite the same hate as the hate he held for the now dead Aizen, or Luppi, whom he had killed with his own hands. It was more of an annoyance that he held for Fuu, but hell if he'd admit it to anyone.

Fuu stepped to the side as Grimmjow shot his hand forward. Like he would allow himself to be caught so easily. He had been around this man for a while now so he knew how he acted. First he would get angry. Second he would try and kill Fuu. Third he would fail. Forth he would get pissy. And fifth he would more than likely walk away. Go to a training ground and destroy something, or go and find someone to bitch at and or destroy them. Grimmjow was such an angry person, but Fuu always had his fun.

Moving forward he brough his hand up, his fingers ending only mm away from Grimmjows neck, now he didn't have any attacks with his hands. Of course, he had been working on one, but he still hadn't mastered it. So he wouldn't use it. Yet anyways. Tilting his head to the side, he watched Grimmjows expression. Fuu just loved to watch when it changed.

Grimmjow's eyes watched as Fuu's hands closed in towards his throat. Could this be it? Was he finally going to be put out of his misery, never to attack the Sexta Eapada again, never to watch his eyes roll when annoyed, never again to try and kill him. And when Fuu's hand only stopped mm from his throat, Grimmjow's eyes showed disappointment? That was only there for a fraction of a second before his eyes again showed anger.

Grimmjow's hand closed around Fuu's wrist and twisted, attempting to throw the slighter man into another wall. "You bastard!!! I'll kill you!!!" He yelled following Fuu's pattern exactly. First he'd get mad, then try to kill Fuu, then get pissed off and walk away. He was about three minutes from walking away if this didn't work.

Fuu's eyes didn't go wide, nor did they close as he was thrown to the wall. Hitting it with a thump he felt the wall fall appart and on top of him. It didn't hurt, nor was it going to stop him from getting up. Moving he stood up and turned his attention towards Gimmjow. So the kitty wanted to play ruff? So be it. Moving forward he dusted himself off, his fingers cracked as he made them into a fist. "Come then. Cat." Fuu knew that calling Grimmjow that could piss his off. But hey, Fuu needed something to do. He didn't like to relax; it just made him bored more than anything else. "Come and play."

Grimmjow's eyes narrowed into slits. This idiot had just called him a cat. He was not a freaking damn Neko unless he was in his was in his released form, which he wasn't. "Cat? CAT?!?!? You are really asking for me to kill you!!!" Grimmjow was about thirty second from releasing and attacking Fuu before he knew what was going on. "I'm not here to play with you Sexta, I'm here to kill you." He said lowly before launching forward to tackle Fuu down to the ground.

Fuu couldn't help but smile. So the comment had gotten Grimmjow riled up faster than he expected. Still he would have his fun with his little kitten. As Grimmjow landed on top of Fuu he foot came up to meet with the felines face. There was no need to get Grimmjows hopes up just because he had gotten him to the ground.

Fuu tilted his head to the side a bit, his other leg had been locked under Grimmjow. Perfect... Moving his one arm a bit he was able to push against Grimmjows stomach flipping him over. Standing up he smiled again. Grimmjow would have to learn to control his anger before he even thought about being able to beat Fuu.

How did Fuu do it? In all honesty. He had absolutely no idea how he did it, and it pissed Grimmjow off to no end. Giving a snarl, he stands up. Screw walking away. This time, Grimmjow was either going to kill the man, or screw his brains out. Wait, WHAT!?!? Grimmjow was no stranger to boy on boy. Hell, he'd had more then a few choice Arrancars when he had been the Sexta Espada. And he still had it with the ladies, since he and Kita were fuck buddies. Grimmjow was too much man for one person to handle.

And Grimmjow had to get one up on the nearly always silent Sexta Espada Fuu Numa. So what if he made a move on him? That should do it, at least he hoped. Grimmjow used his Sonido to appear directly in front of Fuu, reaching down, and grabbing Fuu's pride and joy, with a smirk painted on his face. "Try going anywhere at all now Fuu Numa. And see if you don't enjoy it."

Grimmjow's eyebrow winged up a bit as he regarded the other man. A big responsibility? Ha, Fuu didn't even know about the bigger one that he would have with messing around with Grimmjow. He was truly one hell of a tough man to handle, and he was almost positive that Fuu wouldn't be able to do it. After all, not even Aizen could handle Grimmjow well. "Trust me, Cuartra Espada, I can handle you. You're barely bigger then my arm." he snarled softly before giving Fuu a squeeze.


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