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tamingthemuseTitle: Reirse, Hiena!
Fandom: BtVS/Bleach
Prompt: 463 - Snake's Eye View
Words: 738
Warnings: Rewrite/update of old WIP from 2010
“Grimmjow, you asshole! Put me down! I’m not letting you kidnap me like this!”
“’Che. I’d like to see you stop me.”
Hearing the garganta snap shut behind them, Xander sighed as he stopped his exhausted thrashing and let himself hang limply over Grimmjow’s shoulder. He obviously wasn’t going anywhere without his captor’s permission. Even if he could break the Espada’s grip on him, he didn’t have the ability of opening a garganta back to the living world, not anymore. He was well and truly stuck.
Grimmjow, the utter bastard, had the audacity to chuckle at his defeated sound. “You giving up already?” Of course, the smug jerk couldn’t just let it go. No, he just HAD to taunt Xander’s total inability to escape.
“Asshole.” He huffed in a well thought out and masterfully constructed rebuttal. Willow would be proud. Not of the swearing, that would get a frowny face, but that he even knew what a rebuttal was.
“Hn.” …and of course he’d agree to that. Xander really needed some new insults for the bluenette, all the old ones had degraded to being little better than pet names and endearments. He tensed again as he felt several more Arrancar appear. With the awkward positioning, he couldn’t really look behind him to see what was going on and had to put his trust in Grimmjow. There was a time when he would have instantly, but things had changed. He was human now and Grimmjow had evolved far past his reach. Even before he had become the sexta Espada, which seemed to be a specially ranked arrancar of some sort, Grimmjow had only ever respected strength, and now that Xander was human, he was powerless and probably rated lower than trash in the panther’s eyes.
He jerked in surprise when he heard another familiar voice from his adjuchas days, Shawlong, ask. “Why have you called us back, Grimmjow-sama?”
“I found something interesting in the living world.” Xander could just hear the smug, self-satisfied grin on Grimmjow’s face. Jackass. Unfortunately, all he could actually see was a length of boring white corridor that didn’t even have the decency to be broken up by doorways. Well, that… and Grimmjow’s ass, and he would never, ever admit to finding the second choice far more appetizing. Ever. But it was a rather nice view.
“What could you have possibly found that interested you more than a fight?” A voice he identified as Edorado questioned. -Wow, the gangs all here- This was turning into a full-blown reunion.
Wondering who else was behind him, Xander swung himself awkwardly out to the side, grabbing Grimmjow’s hip for balance as he twisted to look at the group of Arrancar upside-down. Yup, they were all there; Shawlong, Yylfordt, Nakim, Edorado… The only one of Grimmjow’s merry men missing was Dei Roi, who must have been the arrancar Rukia had killed. He should have guessed who it was when he saw that really awkwardly shaped helmet. In his defense, they were a whole lot more human looking now than they had been as adjuchas. Now that he was paying attention, it was easy to tell who was who; their body types hadn’t changed much, aside from returning to a human scale and their mask remnants gave them away fairly easily. “Hey, guys. It’s been a while. You still hanging out with this idiot?”
Yylfordt’s jaw dropped comedically, “Xander-brother? How? We thought you were dead.” Ok, so maybe being in human form wasn’t a good excuse not to recognize someone. His pride stung a little that Yylfordt had identified him so easily, but was soothed when he remembered that Grimmjow hadn’t had a clue who he was until Ichigo had said his name.
“Nope. Live and kicking.” In a childish demonstration, he thrust his knee as hard as he could into Grimmjow’s gut, narrowly missing his sensitive hollow hole. It obviously had no effect, but still felt damn satisfying. Grimmjow just shifted him slightly and grabbed his legs behind the knee with his other arm effectively limiting his mobility even more. Xander pointedly did not pout as he was foiled with total ease.
“It seems Grimmjow-sama has caught up to you once again.” Shawlong noted with some amusement.
“Yeah, yeah. Story of my life.” Xander sighed, planting his chin in his hands and propping himself up on Grimmjow’s back with his elbows. How did he get himself into these things?
Fandom: BtVS/Bleach
Prompt: 463 - Snake's Eye View
Words: 738
Warnings: Rewrite/update of old WIP from 2010
“Grimmjow, you asshole! Put me down! I’m not letting you kidnap me like this!”
“’Che. I’d like to see you stop me.”
Hearing the garganta snap shut behind them, Xander sighed as he stopped his exhausted thrashing and let himself hang limply over Grimmjow’s shoulder. He obviously wasn’t going anywhere without his captor’s permission. Even if he could break the Espada’s grip on him, he didn’t have the ability of opening a garganta back to the living world, not anymore. He was well and truly stuck.
Grimmjow, the utter bastard, had the audacity to chuckle at his defeated sound. “You giving up already?” Of course, the smug jerk couldn’t just let it go. No, he just HAD to taunt Xander’s total inability to escape.
“Asshole.” He huffed in a well thought out and masterfully constructed rebuttal. Willow would be proud. Not of the swearing, that would get a frowny face, but that he even knew what a rebuttal was.
“Hn.” …and of course he’d agree to that. Xander really needed some new insults for the bluenette, all the old ones had degraded to being little better than pet names and endearments. He tensed again as he felt several more Arrancar appear. With the awkward positioning, he couldn’t really look behind him to see what was going on and had to put his trust in Grimmjow. There was a time when he would have instantly, but things had changed. He was human now and Grimmjow had evolved far past his reach. Even before he had become the sexta Espada, which seemed to be a specially ranked arrancar of some sort, Grimmjow had only ever respected strength, and now that Xander was human, he was powerless and probably rated lower than trash in the panther’s eyes.
He jerked in surprise when he heard another familiar voice from his adjuchas days, Shawlong, ask. “Why have you called us back, Grimmjow-sama?”
“I found something interesting in the living world.” Xander could just hear the smug, self-satisfied grin on Grimmjow’s face. Jackass. Unfortunately, all he could actually see was a length of boring white corridor that didn’t even have the decency to be broken up by doorways. Well, that… and Grimmjow’s ass, and he would never, ever admit to finding the second choice far more appetizing. Ever. But it was a rather nice view.
“What could you have possibly found that interested you more than a fight?” A voice he identified as Edorado questioned. -Wow, the gangs all here- This was turning into a full-blown reunion.
Wondering who else was behind him, Xander swung himself awkwardly out to the side, grabbing Grimmjow’s hip for balance as he twisted to look at the group of Arrancar upside-down. Yup, they were all there; Shawlong, Yylfordt, Nakim, Edorado… The only one of Grimmjow’s merry men missing was Dei Roi, who must have been the arrancar Rukia had killed. He should have guessed who it was when he saw that really awkwardly shaped helmet. In his defense, they were a whole lot more human looking now than they had been as adjuchas. Now that he was paying attention, it was easy to tell who was who; their body types hadn’t changed much, aside from returning to a human scale and their mask remnants gave them away fairly easily. “Hey, guys. It’s been a while. You still hanging out with this idiot?”
Yylfordt’s jaw dropped comedically, “Xander-brother? How? We thought you were dead.” Ok, so maybe being in human form wasn’t a good excuse not to recognize someone. His pride stung a little that Yylfordt had identified him so easily, but was soothed when he remembered that Grimmjow hadn’t had a clue who he was until Ichigo had said his name.
“Nope. Live and kicking.” In a childish demonstration, he thrust his knee as hard as he could into Grimmjow’s gut, narrowly missing his sensitive hollow hole. It obviously had no effect, but still felt damn satisfying. Grimmjow just shifted him slightly and grabbed his legs behind the knee with his other arm effectively limiting his mobility even more. Xander pointedly did not pout as he was foiled with total ease.
“It seems Grimmjow-sama has caught up to you once again.” Shawlong noted with some amusement.
“Yeah, yeah. Story of my life.” Xander sighed, planting his chin in his hands and propping himself up on Grimmjow’s back with his elbows. How did he get himself into these things?
