Ichigo Kurosaki

"Ya know if you hold that expression for too long, they say ya face will end up like that forever." Grimmjow states as the pair are sitting on a roof top in the living world. Waiting for a troublesome hollow to make their appearance in their usual hunting grounds. Of course Grimmjow always noticed how resting angry bitch face Ichigo looked. So of course in their waiting he wanted to tease him. At least in his own way anyway.

Was it similar to what her tears made? Maybe the trees could be a good building substitute if she wasn’t available. Interesting indeed.

“… You’d want to live there? In Hueco Mundo? Hmm…” Ame was curious about the trees, but enough to visit him there? Probably not. “Maybe when the time comes, things will be different & I can see you in your afterlife.” The woman nodded. “We can talk more.”

“If you’d ever like to donate it, please keep my company in mind. I always need more supplies and machinery.” The shinigami played with her hair, feeling silly for asking minutely. “I’m not begging. It’s only an idea.”

"I prefer it there, it feels much more like home to me than Soul Society by far." Soul Society was stifling and felt like it'd just hinder any growth that he could have after his human life ends. He didn't want that. Her seeing him in his afterlife was possible, given his status. There was also the fact that literally nobody could stop him. He would do whatever the hell he wanted.

“Can I join you? That was a joke. I apologize. Maybe I’ll come by & visit you some time in the future, when you’re at this place worth fighting for, if you’ll let me. I am enjoying our talk. You’re not boring to talk to.” She didn’t realize the irony that Hueco Mundo was his special place, considering her feelings about it moments before.

"It's not up to me. As much as Hueco Mundo feels like home, I don't live there, yet." He planned to though. Going to Hueco Mundo after he died as a human was his plan. He had no plans on becoming a lackey for Soul Society. Hueco Mundo was dangerous for anyone who couldn't fight. Hollows could consume them within a few seconds if they weren't careful.

“Mother… Hmm…” She vaguely wondered if her children from long ago could have inherited her hair if they had became arrancar. It was a nice thought, but impossible to know. “Do you like her?” What made a good mother?

“You have control now. Yours is… there but it doesn’t burn my skin like others’ have. It’s different but familiar. It’s… warm.” Pe was having trouble describing what she sensed from him - but she didn’t feel scared so she ran with that.

Her eyes widened, instantly sitting up. “Yes please.” Mode held out her hand, not sure how he was handing it over to her.

"I did, yeah. She's dead, died when I was a child. I was with her when it happened." Loving his mother was as natural was breathing for him when he was younger. He loved her still but couldn't tell her anymore since she was in the ground. Long gone.

"When I mask it, I make it to where it's as minimized as I can keep it without closing it off completely." If he did that it might burn him from the inside out, and the last thing he wanted was to go supernova. Or something along those lines. He'd been told he needed to keep hold of it but not fully close it inside himself due to how much he had.

“Okay. I’ll bite~ Who are you, Orange 🍊 Boy?” Luppi really had no clue. His number one priority was himself - everyone else? Secondary.

Luppi took out a wad of cash out of his pocket & lightly slapped Ichigo’s shoulder with it. “Do I look poor to you? I know how to use human money, you know.”

Being called orange boy wasn't as bad as being called strawberry but it still pissed him off. "I'm Kurosaki. I'm sure Aizen mentioned me before." Not that the brunette bastard was a threat to him. Luppi didn't need to know that, now, did he?

"Like I care." The money was nothing to him, Yen notes, Luppi could buy whatever he wanted from people who could see him, which likely were few in number. Having cash didn't mean much if he couldn't spend it.

"This isn't the first time that this has happened, unfortunately, for us artists, it's.... something that we're forced to endure. It's annoying, and that's why we usually talk with potential models for our works in public spaces to avoid that type of behaviour." A sigh passes through Rycroft's lips, shaking his head and looking over towards the toppled table. "Guess that's not helping anymore."

With stalkers becoming more and more prevalent with the rise of social media, and while Rycroft wasn't by any means defenceless, given the fact that he brought insurance with him as a means of safety. The fact that he didn't have to use it brought some sense of relief, but the exasperation remained.

"I figured as much." Rycroft's smile turned into a slight teasing smile, straightening his posture. "The very least I can do is buy you a coffee or something as thanks."

Rycroft reached out and shook his hand. "Nice to meet you, Ichigo. I'm Rycroft Nightwood," he scratches the side of his cheek. "Guess I stick out like a sore thumb, huh? I'm Canadian, by the way, just in case you were wondering."

He had his own stalkers, but he tended to deal with them in his own way. Which was typically violent. He was no damsel and he wasn't about to be treated like one by anyone. Some people really didn't get the memo.

"I'll take a coffee, but you really don't need to thank me. I was just doing what any good Samaritan would do." That was the truth and surely this man knew that. Rycroft was a unique name, it even sounded foreign to him. That wasn't a bad thing. Not everyone had Japanese sounding names even if they were native. When he mentioned that he was Canadian the shinigami would nod. "I've met a few people from outside of Japan, not all of them have been as polite as you are."

The handshake was brief, most Japanese didn't shake hands as they considered it unsanitary but he didn't really care about that himself. "You don't stick out as much as I do, and I'm full blooded Japanese." He chuckled as he said that, it was the genuine truth though. "Japanese and English for now, but I'm learning Spanish and French, might go for some other languages too." Translation work took time but it paid really well. So he wasn't starving like some people would assume.

There was a smell, a strong scent. One that was all Ichigo, that which he craved, and Grimmjow's pupils dilated, his toes curling in his shoes--which he kicked off.

His nose caught the smell of the Shinigami's specific musk, and his body twitched. Steps were heavy as he made his way into Ichigo's place, knowing where to go--he had been there a few times.

The scent of Ichigo grew stronger as he got to the bedroom, and the door was open. His ears caught sounds of the other jerking off--he smelled so good.

His eyes widened when Ichigo spoke in his pleasure, he was thinking about Grimmjow... That was hot. The way that Ichigo's reiatsu spiked every now and again, it had him already heavy in the dark jeans he wore.

The shinigami's skin was shiny with sweat, his cock dribbling precum quicker because he was so close to his climax. "S-shit Grimmjow!" He didn't bother trying to cover himself, there was no reason to when the arrancar had already seen him laid out bare, stroking himself on his bed. His reiatsu had spiked in surprise because he'd not noticed Grimmjow's arrival.

Rather than stopping, he continued to stroke himself, moaning louder while keeping his eyes focused on Grimmjow. He'd eventually stop stroking his cock, the moment he released it, it twitched. "You going to stare at me, or get your sexy ass over here and join me, Grimmjow?" His hand would slide up his own chest, where he'd then play with his own nipple, eyes focusing on the arrancar.

He'd rock his hips against his fingers, trying to open himself up more. It wasn't often that he did such a thing to himself, but he was damn near desperate. "I want you, Grimmjow. Don't you want me too?" The innocent act wasn't real and Grimmjow would know that, but the shinigami didn't do it that often.

"Mmm..." His eyes closed again and he went pretty limp as Grimmjow went toward Urahara's place, it wasn't far. So it was a good thing that the arrancar had spotted him. He was still breathing though it was labored, he was in pain. In his soul form he could take quite the beating without even kneeling. His human body was stronger than the average human but still susceptible to damage.

“Does this kindness give you strength?” Ulquiorra never thought about that as a strategy to gain power. How peculiar.

"In a way, yes. By being kind to someone else, you're capable of changing their outlook for a while, if not the rest of that day." He tapped his chin. How could he really explain what it was to be kind? In a way someone like Ulquiorra could really grasp the concept.

It was strange to be trying to formulate how to speak to someone who seemed devoid of a lot when it came to emotions. "It's a bit difficult to really explain, but you can be kind to someone in various ways. Hell, you can even be kind simply by waving or smiling at someone." There was a lot more than that but those were common gestures and most people understood them and their meanings. Surely, he wouldn't need to fully explain what kindness did for others, right?

Rycroft felt...

Embarrassed? Relieved? A mixture of the two. Creating a scene in a public establishment had been the very last thing he wanted to happen; it baffled him that someone would choose to act this way after a negative response was given, clearly. While not helpless by any means... it probably wouldn't have looked good.

That anxiety washed away once the other had stepped in and lent him a hand, and let out a breath. "Yes, thank you," Rycroft answers, traces of a faint smile before straightening his posture. He cast a quick glance at the culprit, watching them practically dash out the door rather comedically.

Rycroft fought to resist the urge to chuckle.

"That's an understatement," he agreed, with a short nod. 'Hopefully he's learned a lesson from this." A pause. "I'll notify the others. Just to avoid any future scenarios like this."

That, and making sure that particular model had eyes on him for any... suspicious activity.

He listened to the other man speak. He wasn't quite sure what the person who fled was after, but he'd been told no, and he'd not liked that answer. "One can hope. I've seen people like that before. Obsessive, stalkerish. I think they call some of the crazier ones yandere. Where they'll attack anyone getting close to the object of their affections." Luckily, the model hadn't seemed quite that insane. So he was likely simply just nuts. Nothing too hard to get rid of so long as the obsession was nipped in the bud. Before it could become an issue.

He waved his hands in front of himself and offered a genuine smile for a few brief moments. "It's alright. I tend to help whenever i can. I don't do it for any sort of repayment or reward." Being kind was instilled in him by his mother but she was in the ground. she had been since he was a child and his sisters? They were far too young to really recall much of her aside from her voice. Maybe her eyes.

"I'm Kurosaki Ichigo." He'd hold his hand out for a handshake. They weren't common in Japan, but some people used them in place of bowing. "Last name is first. I always say that, just in case whoever I'm introducing myself to is a foreigner." Not every country did their last name before their first name. So it made sense to him to introduce himself as he did. Hopefully it wasn't offensive.

“I could sense you in Hueco Mundo for a long time.” She nodded, agreeing.

“How do I know what I like?” The arrancar tilted her head. “I know I like eating, but I don’t think that’s purpose. It’s more like survival.”

Many things could happen but him growing bored of his hair? "I'll never tired of it, I inherited it from my mother." Out of habit, or maybe due to mentioning his mother, two fingers messed with a longer bit of his hair and a small smile appeared for a short moment before his hand dropped back to his side and his expression went back to normal.

"That's not surprising, when I was there as a teenager, my reiatsu was going all over the place. I had no control over it." He shook his head, he knew his control was shit back then, but nobody seemed to really mind. Unless they were in close quarters for a long period of time, at least. Grimmjow was someone he considered his equal since the arrancar never seemed to move slower even when he released more reiatsu during their sppars.

“I hope you can live how you want in the afterlife. I think… someday I wish that upon myself, too.” Ame smoked a few times. “Maybe I just need a change of pace at my current position instead.” She suddenly wondered if she could close down her shop indefinitely. Or change up her routine somehow. Something-

“Hmm. Could paying me with your time & company work? I am enjoying this talk.”

"I intend to. I don't care if I have to fight every captain and lieutenant in the soul society to get where I want to go. I'm going to go there regardless." He felt that it was his soul so it was his choice, plus, why would he want to be bound to a desk for endless paperwork when he could be crossing blades with Grimmjow in Hueco Mundo instead?