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Who: Guts and Grimmjow and Vergil, oh my. And Ino LOL. And Yoruichi. What can I say it turned into an orgy.
What: ~~Surprise buttsecks!~~ EPIC BATTORU DESU!
When: This morning before Raidou went off of his loss.
Where: Guts' house in town, yeah idke.
Rating: R by default.

Don't ask how he found the place--truth be told, Grimmjow had never even heard of this Guts guy before Raidou mentioned that he was someone worth fighting. The fact that Raidou wanted him dead was of little consequence to the batshit Arrancar. Grimmjow planned to kill him too, once he'd taken care of Dante, Shinji, and Guts. Out of the three names he'd been given, 'Guts' seemed like the most promising. Why else would Grimmjow bother making a house call all the way out in BFE? He just hoped that this guy would live up to his expectations. He already had his doubts, though.

No one home? Looks like he'd just have to let himself in. And without further ado, the front door was kicked down so that the Sexta Espada could enter, grinning like a maniac. Nice place you got here, Guts. Hope you enjoyed it while it lasted. D:

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As luck would have it, Guts had stirred only moments previous to the door being unceremoniously kicked down by an unusual warning from his Brand - not the type on the level of a demon, but something certainly similar to one. Luckier still was the fact that the Black Swordsman had taken up the habit - years ago - of sleeping with his sword.

Crouched against the wall with the Dragonslayer over a shoulder, he was on his guard in an instant, bringing himself to his feet and grasping the handle of the massive blade, eyes flashing towards the bed where Ino had been sleeping. His muscles tensed, the familiar necessity of old battle instincts awakening in a second jolting into action. Guts was far too used to coming under attack in a moment's notice.

This wasn't good.

But who the fuck was this? No human, by the looks of him, nor the signals he was getting from the Brand - and what the hell was with the bones on his face? But more telling than both was the psychotic grin on his face.

It just screamed play time.

His good eye narrowed slightly as he relaxed his iron arm slightly; if this shithead intended to pick a fight, Guts was at a disadvantage indoors, hampered by walls and the ceiling. He slowly positioned himself between Ino and their kindly visitor, and fixing the blue-haired freak with a displeased glare, he said;

"Ino, did you send out invitations for a tea party without asking me? Who the fuck is this?"

Edited 2009-09-23 22:59 (UTC)

Though Ino could be a sound sleeper when she wanted to be, the sound of the door being knocked down definitely woke her up, and she immediately moved to pull a kunai from the pouch she had left on her leg, crouching on the bed.

Unfortunately, she did know him. As someone who had been taught quite a bit about the world of Soul Society and its enemies, it was easy to recognize what he was. Not to mention the familiar sort of spiritual energy ...

She kept a glare fixed on Grimmjow as she moved off the bed carefully. Guts seemed to be able to see him, so it was likely he was in one of those gigai things, right? Though she supposed that would be too convenient. Either way, she couldn't afford to underestimate him.

"I know him," she replied, "but I definitely didn't invite him." She gripped her kunai tighter before continuing. "It's Grimmjow, right? What business does an espada have here?"

Being from a shonen series himself, he wouldn't have bothered giving Ino a second glance if it hadn't been for the fact that she seemed to know who--and more importantly, what he was. She was probably used to it by now, considering women in Naruto have it twenty times worse than the women in Bleach, but alas, his focus shifts from Guts and over toward the blonde currently wielding a knife that, as far as Grimmjow was concerned, might as well have been a plastic spork.

"I'm not interrupting, am I?" Not that he gave a shit one way or another. He didn't seem to pose any immediate threat, what with hands tucked into the pockets of his hakama, but that probably didn't matter the once he began advancing toward Ino.

"You Guts?"

The reaction from the Brand coupled with Ino's words behind him were enough to warn him that this man was not as stupid as he looked; most men wouldn't walk into a room with Guts wielding his sword - not while smiling, that was for sure. So, either he was extremely powerful, or had a trick up his sleeve.

That, or he really was a retard.

One way or another, Guts didn't particularly care to find out firsthand.

As Grimmjow approached Ino, Guts took a small step forward to get in his way and bar his path. The house wasn't exactly large, so it wasn't too big a problem to get between them.

"I'm Guts," he said. "No offense, but you aren't exactly my type, so if this is a personal call, I'm not interested."

Ino took a very short moment while Guts stepped in front of her to pick up another of her packs on the floor and fastened it to her leg, making sure to have an explosive tag on hand. After all, no matter how powerful this guy was, an explosion in his face would have to at least distract him long enough to do something else.

Either way, they'd probably have to find a new house ...

She made no move to push Guts out of the way, she simply stepped to the side, turned slightly so she could still see Grimmjow. She knew he could do the quick step thing the shinigami could do, so it would be a good idea to watch Guts' back.

He was hoping this guy wouldn't just stand there all day. When Guts placed himself in Grimmjow's path, the Arrancar's amusement over the whole situation only seemed to intensify. This guy looked a helluva lot more promising than the woman did, but he hadn't written her off entirely. Not yet, anyway.

"Guess I'll just have to put you in the mood, in that case."

Ino was smart to expect that Grimmjow would make use of his superior speed--only it wasn't Guts that he was looking to surprise from behind. His form blurred with a distinct static sound, and before either of them probably registered what was even going on, poor Ino was being gripped by the back of her neck--and none too gently, might I add.

"I'm guessing she's more your type. Think I can change your mind by snapping her neck?"

There might've been a time before Paradisa that he would've been shocked at that super-human speed. A few months time in this godforsaken place had changed that.

Even so, he hadn't been expecting this fucker to decide to take the cowardly route, especially not after busting his door down. It took all of one blink of an eye for him to turn and set his eyes on the asshole wrapping his hands around Ino's throat. Rage welled like bile in his throat, and he choked on a displeased growl.

Sad reality for Grimmjow was that Ino was no fainting damsel in distress. Guts trusted her, knew she could handle herself - and if he planned on using her as some sort of pawn, he had another thing coming.

"By being a piece of shit and taking a woman hostage? I hate to see your idea of a first date, sweetheart."

But he was already calculating the time it would take someone that fast to break her neck before he could pull the cannon mechanism on his arm - too long, far too long. He was out-matched in terms of speed by far. So, he had no choice but to try another avenue.

"She isn't what you came here for. What do you want?"

Ino was calm, knowing that he would probably pick her to use as bait. However, she put on a look of fear to keep him thinking that she was, in fact, scared - to keep him off guard so he wouldn't be expecting what came next.

Unfortunately for Grimmjow, he had not limited the use of her hands, which meant that she was able to put her jutsu to use. She put her hands together quickly, forming a seal that made her disappear from Grimmjow's grasp. She was immediately behind him, instantly placing an exploding tag on the back of his jacket. She moved back around at a more inhuman speed to be back at Guts' side, preparing to make it explode if he got too close.

Grimmjow didn't seem too concerned when Ino managed to worm her way from his grasp. Surprised, maybe, but it didn't last. He'd seen shit a lot stranger than that since he'd been here. As far as Guts' comments regarding women, the Arrancar didn't exactly give a shit. Man, woman, child--they were all human in the end. He could have sapped both of their souls from their body before they could blink. Lucky for them, he wasn't all that hungry at the moment.

"Some guy asked me to kill you. I told him to go blow himself, but then I got bored."

Spiritual energy or no, they would both be able to see the red aura surrounding his hand as he removed it from his pocket, and held it out toward them. Of course, Grimmjow was sporting that bastard grin of his the entire time.

"If it makes you feel any better, I plan to kill him after I'm done with the two of you."

Ino didn't disappoint. He angled his body so that she was just behind his shoulder; it was his nature, having fought alongside companions he had to protect on a daily basis.

Someone asked to kill him? Vergil came to mind, but it wasn't his style. If he wanted him dead, he'd come after him himself. Who else had he antagonized?

Guts didn't wait to see if he'd elaborate.

There was no doubt in his mind that the red energy gathering in his palm wasn't good. The only thing he could compare it to was the sort of magic Schierke wielded through her elementals - and that meant it was dangerous, very dangerous. Laying his hand on the Dragonslayer, he sent a slight glance towards Ino, hoping she'd catch the signal and ignite the seal as he took first steps toward their adversary. Without further adieu, he swung - sending the massive blade through part of the wall, the top half cleaving through the next room over as he aimed for Grimmjow's middle.

That red aura definitely did not look good. Even if he had been powered down by being in the gigai, there was no taking chances with a guy like him. She caught the glance Guts sent her, immediately knowing what to do next.

As soon as he swung, she was sure to put her hands together to activate the tag, causing a good-sized explosion on his back. She could only hope it would distract him long enough for Guts to get a hit in. She kept her ground, pulling out another tag, hoping that Grimmjow had been injured badly enough to reconsider. Hopefully it hadn't just gone right through him ...

Fortunately Grimmjow's iron skin came in handy in these types of situations. Although the blast managed to knock him forward enough to disrupt the cero he'd been charging, it didn't do much past obliterating the little jacket thing he wore. There was some surface damage to his back, no doubt, but it was hardly anything that would slow an Arrancar down for very long.

Guts' weapon, on the other hand? That wouldn't be deflected so easily. Able to sense the impending danger, Grimmjow barely managed to pull his own weapon free from the scabbard at his side just enough to parry the massive blade that had been aiming to cleave him in two. For a human, Guts was packing some serious strength--so much so that the Arrancar was struggling just to hold him in place with one hand. The fact that Grimmjow had to resort to pulling out his sword fighting a mere human was infuriating.

"Tch. You might be stronger than most, but you're still just a human!"

To drive the point home, Grimmjow lifed his leg to slam into Guts' midsection, his sword falling back into its sheath the second their two weapons separated. Don't worry, Ino--he didn't forget about you. Flaring his reiatsu, the two humans might notice a massive weight come over them, as if gravity had just doubled ten times over.

Just a human?

Something in Guts' face became a little darker, slightly twisted. Holier-than-thou already, was he? He wondered how long the fucker would keep up that attitude after he was being cleaved in half.

Though he could wield his own blade with speed and strength that defied normal human boundaries, he was just that - human. He didn't have the speed required to block the kick, but he saw it coming, able to tilt the sword just enough to use its width as a shield to absorb some of the impact. He skidded backwards before regaining his footing. Just as he was repositioning the handle for a second swing...

The feeling of an immense weight on his shoulders sent his eye widening. What... was this feeling? It was something similar to the sensation that'd made the hairs at the back of his neck stand on end when he'd first met Zodd, his first encounter with the Skull Knight. But gravity itself had compounded ten times over...

"Bullshit," he growled, letting the Dragonslayer hit the ground and sink in to the wood and leaning against it as he tried to adjust to whatever atmospheric alterations the fucker had made.

Holy shit. Ino paused, the heavy feeling bearing down on her. This was reiatsu, wasn't it? Though it made her feel nervous, she couldn't let herself give in to these kinds of things right now. She had to focus, focus on what was going on.

She hesitated, not wanting to use up her tags if they weren't going to do anything. But what could she do? If an explosion of that size barely harmed him, she doubted most of what she had on her wasn't going to do anything, either.

Perhaps, though, there might be something she could do to get him to hold still. She threw a few kunai in his direction, trying to get him away from Guts.

Silly little bitch. The first kunai flung toward him is smacked out of the air before it can even impact its target. Those that follow manage to hit him, but bounce off of his skin as if it were made of metal, sparks upon impact and everything.

He's really getting tired of you, Ino, which is why he doesn't hesitate to strike back with a bala blast. The condensed spiritual energy ripples the air as it speeds toward her--the only real outward sign that it was fired at all, considering how quickly it moves and how close they are.

But the resulting explosion of the entire wall behind her has him laughing like a maniac all over again.

Guts didn't hesitate. While the asshole was busy getting his chuckles and focusing on Ino, he lunged in for the attack, dragging the blade behind him and crouching low to the ground before striking diagonally upwards. He let go of the blade with his iron hand as it swung, reaching forward to grab Grimmjow's face and, with any luck, slam him backwards and into the wall as the blue-haired fucker let loose the energy he'd gathered.

He was sweating with the force of the effort it took to swing the blade with gravity weighing down like a ton of bricks, yet barely seemed to notice any of it as he shot a look towards Ino, hoping she was quick enough to get out of the way.

Ino managed to dodge, just barely, and she let out a bit of a relieved breath. She had felt the heat of the blast on her face. She hadn't been expecting an attack like that that was both quick and powerful, but then again, she supposed it didn't pay to expect anything at all.

She had seen the sparks that hit when she had hit him with the kunai, which was why she was going to try something new. She pulled a few more kunai out of her pack, looping some invisible string between them quickly. She was praying Grimmjow would be distracted by Guts long enough to not be paying attention.

Oh shit, son. The edge of Guts' Dragonslayer tore into the Arrancar's flesh despite Grimmjow's attempt to back out of the weapon's trajectory. It wasn't deep enough to slice in in two the way that Guts might have liked, but it definitely left a gash along the Sexta Espada's scarred chest. Still reeling from the fact that he'd been cut by a human's weapon, Grimmjow found himself slammed backward into the wall (property damage what), with Guts' metal hand crushing against his face.

Guts' mistake was glancing over his shoulder to see if Ino was all right, otherwise he might have caught that red glow again before it exploded between them, forcing them apart violently and ... pretty much fucking collapsing everything in sight around them.

Guts felt the energy collecting between them in that brief second before it felt it - but there wasn't a thing to be done. Luckily for him, it'd been his iron hand caught in direct impact of the blast, or he might've lost a limb. He went flying backwards, dragging the Dragonslayer with him, and colliding into the already damaged wall behind him. He dropped down to one knee, jaw tightening. At least Ino hadn't been caught in that explosion...

It was becoming obvious he was going to have to go into the market for a new place to live after all was said and done.

He was amazing the house was still standing on its foundation as things were; the ceiling was creaking menacingly as the smoke from the debris cleared; a huge hole resided in the side of the house, giving a clear view of the alley beside it where the shot aimed for Ino had gone through it. They might be collecting an audience at this rate.

He brought himself to his feet; throwing knives would be little more than an annoyance. Explosives were meaningless - even his cannon would likely be moot and void unless fired at point blank range. Grimmjow's skin was incredibly tough - he knew that any normal opponent would've been halved by his last blow.

Tough... this was tough. Interesting. He could feel the primal desire for survival rising inside of him. Without the armor, there was no worry of losing himself to the beast.

"I'm impressed," he said, taking slow steps forward as he drew his sword back into his grip. "On second thought, maybe you are my type. I'll make a better call once I've taken you apart and seen you from the inside out."

Ino, on the other hand, was worried. Without the armor to protect him, Guts could easily be injured by just about anything Grimmjow had to throw at him. She wondered if picking him up and running for it would be a better option ... but this was Guts. He probably wouldn't let her do that ...

She glanced around cautiously. This was becoming a rather dangerous place to stay - there were still pieces of the house that could fall and hurt someone. Keeping that in mind, she threw a kunai - not at Grimmjow, but at the ceiling above him, hoping to provide some sort of distraction by making it fall on him. Sob, the perils of being a female in a shonen manga.

Edited 2009-09-24 03:56 (UTC)

You don't know the half of it, Guts. Grimmjow is getting off on this shit. He hasn't enjoyed himself like this in a while. Touching a hand to the fresh gash running up his chest so that he can admire the blood it leaves behind, he can't help but be reminded of the last time anyone was able to scar him like that. Ironic, too, that it would be in the exact same spot. The fact that he's still grinning like a madman probably isn't a good sign, though.

"You've got balls, for a human. Or maybe you're just that dumb. Either way--"

Ino's efforts are wasted, unfortunately, as a good chunk of debris collapses onto the spot where Grimmjow had been standing not a second after his figure blurs out of focus. He reappears directly in front of Guts this time, arm striking upward like he's going to sock him in the gut, only instead of a fist Grimmjow's fingers are pointing straight out. Who needs a shank when you've got a fucking arm to do the job for you.

"It's too damn bad you're so fragile."

His eyes widened in shock; he barely even noticed the amazing crash as debris fell from the ceiling where Ino'd finally loosened the structure to its breaking point.

Guts grabbed the wrist belonging to the hand whose fingers had dug into his chest, penetrating flesh and muscle as if they were bladed. He had never seen anything like it before, not without claws or hidden knives. But he wasn't unfamiliar to the scenario; perhaps Grimmjow had gotten too cocky in deciding to use his body as the weapon of choice.

Guts coughed blood into the other's face with a twisted smile before lifting his other arm - the iron arm - and pointing the hand directly at the Espada's temple. "Hey, Ino. Now would be a good time to start running."

And then he pulled the cord with his teeth.

The hand tucked under to reveal a cannon which abruptly erupted into flame, shooting explosives directly into his face.

Running? Yeah, right. "GUTS!" she screamed, seeing the hand go through him. She saw him going to pull the cannon, and was smart enough to wait for the explosions to go off before running over there, not really caring how much damage had been done to Grimmjow.

This fight needed to be over with, and now. She could pick Guts up and run for it. If she used body replacement, he'd never find them. She came up beside him, examining him quickly.

Totally worth it. The hand cannon bullshit definitely caught Grimmjow off guard. Explosions to the face were never fun, and even sporting some high durability stats, an Arrancar wasn't going to shake something like that off too easily. Needless to say, by the time he's back to his feet and in Ino's face, he's bleeding pretty profusely from the head. You'd think it might have knocked something into place, but no. He's still crazy as ever.

Which is pretty obvious, what with the way he's laughing hysterically as he backhands Ino clear across the remains off the house. It was just coincidence that the kitchen remained intact during their fight--at least until Ino went flying into it. If she would've stayed there to begin with then we wouldn't have to go through this again, would we? >/

Why was it whenever Guts told her to do something, she had the tendency to do the exact opposite?

He probably should've included that into his plan and told her to run right AT the dangerous mother fucker who had more than a couple screws loose. Maybe she might've actually gotten to safety where he wanted her. No... instead, he found himself in an all-too familiar position: swinging his sword to protect and defend rather than to destroy.

But would it work out like that? He didn't have his armor, and this guy was no run of the mill demon. It would take more than shit-talking and a few tricks up his sleeve to take him down. But it wasn't impossible.

He grasped the Dragonslayer with both hands as Grimmjow flew backwards with the impact of the blast, hefting himself to his feet and grimacing as he briefly touched the wound at his stomach, but it was no time to be feeling pain. He glared death into Ino's face as she began heading towards them...

"What are you doing? Get out of he--"

He was reaching towards her too late; her body went flying like a rag doll, slamming into the kitchen. He stared after her in shock. This bastard... No. He didn't just...

This mother fucking--

"Piece of shit--" Guts secured his grip and lunged, swinging fast and hard, a straight downward cleave - much faster than his previous attacks, something feral and predatory in his eyes. No, no. You don't fuck with the woman on Guts' watch, buddy. He doesn't take that shit very well.

Ino hit the wall hard, and it was obvious considering the way the wall cracked and crumbled. She slid down to the floor, now unconscious. Back in the kitchen again :(

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