Zangetsu

Though not a stranger to inter-dimensional travelling, the high-speed sonido managed to throw the rogue’s entire composure off balance. A loud groan was heaved out from his chest when his back landed harshly against the sturdiness of a tree trunk, and Lagoona slumped down to the ground on one knee while coughing somewhat alarmingly. 

The shadows casting over his kneeling figure drew his gaze up, only to meet a pair of malicious yellow eyes fueled with a flaring desire to devour possibly any living existence that stood in the Grim Reaper’s path. In this very instance, the treasure hunter had the misfortune of crossing path with death, and obedience was very much the only offer on the table if he ever wanted to see himself live through this encounter.

“ᴛ'ᴄʜ—”

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Lagoona spat out defiantly and steadied himself before the Grim Reaper, his eyes trailing down south and fixed themselves on his crotch area. Fine. If he had to blow his way out, then he might as well do it with dignity. Gloved hands reached forward to grasp the outline of Zangetsu’s erection in a firm hold, as if the rogue meant to express himself that he won’t be backing down anytime soon.

“ꜱɪɴᴄᴇ ʏᴏᴜ'ᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴇɴ ʀᴏᴜɢʜɪɴ’ ᴍᴇ ᴜᴘ ꜱᴏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ, ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴇxᴘᴇᴄᴛ ᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ɢᴇɴᴛʟᴇ.” As soon as he said his piece of mind, Lagoona tugged at the hem of the Grim Reaper’s pants and yanked it down in a swift motion, his lips would immediately find themselves pressed against the tip of his erection.

The hollow could only chuckle at man’s small out of defiance even in a situation like this. Good, the fight in him made him more appealing and thus more fun to play with later. He was still clearly at his mercy, as he obeyed reluctantly. If he planned to be rough the entire time, that was fine with the hollow since being gentle was not his thing at all. Go beg the King for soft cuddles and hand-holding.

"ʜᴇʜᴇ. ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴀ ꜱᴜᴄᴋᴇʀ—”

The price of underestimating one’s opponent and not looking to the front at all when making a slippery getaway was paid in full as soon as Lagoona derailed himself into a headstrong collision of slamming his entire face into a pair of sturdy man-tits. The impact alone was enough to send the rogue flat on his arse on the ground, and with a face full of bruised redness, Lagoona winced in pain and horror at the masked figure that stood before him with a threat as true as an awakened dragon’s. 

“ꜰ-ꜰɪɴᴇ! ʟ-ʟᴀɢᴏᴏɴᴀ ᴅᴇᴡɪʟᴅᴇ! ᴛʀᴇꜱᴜʀᴇ ʜᴜɴᴛᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴇʟɪᴄ ꜰɪɴᴅᴇʀ!” The rogue declared himself out loud in a nasally tone with a curled fist covering his own nose. He was almost too certain that he nearly broke it when he bumped into the figure, but the wincing pain persisted from within, causing him to hiss. 

“ɪ-ɪ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴡʜᴀᴛᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴅᴇᴀʟ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴜɴɴᴇʀ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀᴜᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ʜᴏᴜꜱᴇ ʙ-ʙᴜᴛ ɪꜰ ɪᴛ'ꜱ ᴍʏ ᴀꜱꜱ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴀʙʟᴇ, ᴛʜᴇɴ ɪ'ʟʟ ʜᴀɴᴅ ɪᴛ ᴏᴠᴇʀ, ʏᴇᴀʜ?" 

Despite sounding defeated, at the very least, the deliberation of submission over brutal defeat hung on a very fair balance on the scale of life and death. If he were to give up his shame and dignity, then so be it, so long the Grim Reaper would listen to reason and take upon his offer before swinging his blade.

 Zangetsu wanted to beat his auctioneer's ass but that would possibly come later. Now he was dealing with a strange human? It was clear this Lagoona guy wasn’t an Arrancar, Vizard, or Fullbringer. He had noteworthy power but it wasn't the same as shinigami. He wasn’t a Quincy because he would have been able to tell and would have likely killed him by now. Perhaps he was an artificial soul like those Mod Souls? Would explain why his combat ability was so strange and poor.

 Snatching him up by the throat he sonido’d at high speed to  Tsubakidai Park. With only a moment to process what happened, Dewilde’s back was thrown against a tree. If his body needed time to recover from the traveling, it was unfortunate since Zangetsu was planned to see just how much this dude could handle. Needless to say, there was no intention to be gentle here. He slowly peeled off his mask to give the man a predatory sinister sneer.

   “Now you understand how things work here. You better make me feel so good I forget how furious at am at your dumbass handler thinking then can con me and at you for that sparkly bullshit back there. Otherwise, I’ll simply devour both of you like the snacks you are.”  His harsh words contrasted with his sadistically amused tone. He wasn’t making empty threats here and a look in his yellow eyes would confirm it. 

“ᴡ-ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴜᴄᴋ?! ɪ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ᴀɢʀᴇᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴀɴʏ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴀᴛ—”

Lagoona’s constant protest only fell upon deaf ears as the hollow approached him further, eventually towering over his frame with a shadow casting the most ominous and malicious of vibes that he had ever experienced since the last time he foolishly blundered into an ancient sacred temple of the First Elves. 

He gulped down a ball of anxiety that was forming inside his throat, and before the spirit could lay a finger on him, a dusty cloud of sparkles was suddenly thrown into the hollow’s face, causing enough distraction for Lagoona to make a swift, slippery getaway.

“ᴇᴀᴛ ᴘɪxɪᴇ ᴅᴜꜱᴛ, ꜰʀᴇᴀᴋ!” He yelled after the distracted spirit after kicking up a hasty pace treading plenty of miles away from him. His mischief and bluntness will get him someday, but not today, Zangetsu. Not today.

At the very least, Zangetsu will know where to find him. Pretty sure some nibblin’ and close physical encounter with Lagoona had rubbed off some form of foamy sea salt scent which the spirit could easily pick up.

 So the handler didn’t even tell him the deal and just assumed this guy who kick his ass? Perhaps he should find the handler and teach them a lesson after this blueberry gets plucked. Zangetsu was close to reaching him before the fool chose to fling sparkly dust in his face before running off to escape. While he wasn’t expecting dust, he had a way to protect his eyes from getting ruined by the stuff. The rest of his face too if he managed to manifest his mask in time. 

 The silly blueberry managed to dash quite a great distance by the time Zangestu managed to compose himself once again. Though sadly, aside from being able to sense him via spiritual pressure (which tipped him off the man wasn’t an ordinary human if one at all), but he had no idea of fast the Spirit was. With a quick sonido he outpaced and stood right in the man’s path so that he’d crash into him.

"̨Al͝r̛i͝g͜h̢t̷, ͠p̛unk. Now̕ I̴'̸m ̴fe͠el̷in̸g͘ ̷l͜ike ea̴t̢in̴g̨ ͝y͞ou ̵and ͡y͟o͝u͝r̀ d͝um͜b̶as͢s̵ ̴ha̧n͟d̡lȩr̴.̛ S̡o ́tel̴l w̷ho t̕h́e̡ h͡e͜l̀l̴ a̴re͡ ͡y̨o̕u͜ a̶nd w͡hat͝ ̸th̶e ͏fuc͝k̢ ̨ár̴e҉ y͘ou ͟b́ef͘ǫre҉ I ́s͝pli̵t͘ ͠you i̡n͏ ̀h̷al͏f͟ and S͡EE F̴O͜R̢ ̧MYS̨E҉LF́!"̧

“I’ve seen your clothes. You wear purple too much.”

He feels like he might lose more braincells if he continues to talk to him, but can’t help a loud groan as he gently pulls at his hair, clearly annoyed.

“Why do you own white, now? You can’t own a color, even if they were. Please leave.”

“I wear less purple than you wear green! Though to be honest, nobody needs to own any color to look great in it. So I’ll leave you with that and give you my blessing to rock Ichigo orange for a change, Toshiro.”

“If you own any color, it would be orange or purple. Aside from shinigami attire, I have never seen you in black.” He has to pause. Is he being complimented so he’ll stop?

“First off, don’t call me that. Second, flattery gets you nowhere.” That’s a fucking lie, but he just needs to be right.

   “I get orange since I own that color too. Why purple though?”  He was legitimately curious about why that was an option on the color wheel for him. As for the name thing...

“White isn’t a color either. It is a lack of color.” He seems unbothered by his first name being used. perhaps because he just wants to irritate him.

“Ichigo.”

“Don’t get technically. Just accept you own the shade of white like I own the shade of black and let them be called colors for simplicity’s sake. Come on one Toshiro, white is a good color on you after all.”

Kugo:?!?!? ITS a popular colour?!