[Thread: Grimmjaw and Hichigo] Hollow vs Hollow.

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Who: Grimmjaw (willbesixth) and Hichigo (shirosakihichi).
What: Playtime~
When: After this.
Where: The courtyard.
Rating: PG-13 for violenenenenence. May change.



Well, well, well, wasn't this a pleasant surprise. Things were finally getting interesting.

Grimmjaw shut his journal carelessly, knocking it onto the floor -- fortunately, he had better things to do now, so he left it where it was and got to his feet, stepping on it as he walked to the door. That guy who'd been writing to him, the shinigami, Grimmjaw hadn't caught his name: he wanted a fight, now apparently, and Grimmjaw wouldn't leave him disappointed. He was just as eager for a little violence, and this would be a good way to pass the time.

After all, there was only so much that Grimmjaw could conceivably do in the castle before he started getting bored, and Grimmjaw wasn't pleasant when he was bored. Not that he was pleasant the rest of the time, but that was beside the point. He didn't enjoy having nothing to do, and with Aizen not around it just made things worse; normally he didn't like following orders, but they at least gave him something to fill the time.

Making his way out of the castle entrance and taking his time to get to the courtyard, Grimmjaw watched the people he passed. Weak-looking, most of 'em. There was no challenge in killing these kinds of humans; he wanted someone strong, someone he could fight.

Hopefully this non-shinigami shinigami would be worth his time.

Arriving in the courtyard, Grimmjaw stood and waited for Hichigo to get here, his jacket and empty sleeve flapping slightly in the wind.

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Hichigo shut his journal quickly once the deal was finalized, only taking time to reply to a few last comments before walking out of the room, a smirk on his face, golden eyes gleaming. He'd just been wishing for some Arrancar to fight, and what did you know?-- one had commented and accepted his challenge. Surely, if things did end up a tad bloddy, cat lady wouldn't mind him killing one of the enemy...?

He was a bit put-off that his right eye decided to show him nothing but darkness, but he could deal with that. After all. He could sense his enemy, and this Arrancar didn't seem to think about hiding himself-- or didn't care. Either way, it was all good fun for him, and so nothing really mattered.

Exiting the castle, Hichigo pulled his own version of Zangetsu off his back, taking hold of the black cloth wrapped about the hilt and beginning to swing the great blade leisurely as he walked, as if it weren't a dangerous weapon. The blade, like the entity himself, was opposite colors of Ichigo's own. White above black, with a black cloth for grasping.

Golden eyes flickered over to the lone figure standing in the courtyard, and a wide grin spread over the white-washed enigma's face, announcing his arrival as the blade start to dig into the ground with every rotation, sending up torn debri with every stride. This would be fun.

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Grimmjaw turned his head to watch the approaching figure as it swung its sword, tearing up the ground nearby; not a total pushover, then, which was a relief. Grinning as the figure got closer, Grimmjaw gave the man an appraising look. This guy looked just like the shinigami he'd fought before, only without the red hair, and less... shinigami-looking. This new guy looked almost exactly the same, but the differences -- aside from his changed colouring, which was obvious -- were easy to spot, even for Grimmjaw.

"Finally." Grimmjaw's grin widened and he turned his full attention to Hichigo, one hand resting on the hilt of his sword as he waited for the hollow to get closer. "Thought I told you not to keep me waiting." Wrapping his hand around his sword, Grimmjaw unsheated it with one quick movement and looked at Hichigo, wondering which one of them would be make the first aggressive move.

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"Sorry," was Hichigo's simple, obviously non-sincere apology, a devilish smirk settling across his lips as he stopped a few feet away from the Arrancar. He remembered this one now... this was the one aibou had fought back home, the one he'd barely scratched. He wondered exactly how the blue-haired Arrancar had lost his arm, but there were more important matters at hand here than that.

He stopped a few feet away from Grimmjaw, lazily swinging Zangetsu at his side, watching the other closely for any signs of making an attack. After a while of seeing none, he decided he'd take the honor upon himself. And so, with a psychotic laugh, he suddenly sped up Zangetsu's rotations until the blade was a simple white and black blur before launching it at Grimmjaw-- one of his favorite moves to do.