No Fucks Given

Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez, Bleach 

“I see what yer gettin’ at.” He huffed and turned. 

“I didn’t mean anything by it. I simply meant that you have fraccion that would do anything for you the same way I would for my Lord.” He stated with a scoff, rolling his eyes at the others insult. 

“But whatever they aren’t my concern….and if you do not fear Aizen-sama then you are more foolish than I thought. I don’t mean anything by it, but Aizen-sama’s power has been a mystery….it is only natural to fear what one doesn’t know. Though I am trying to learn more about him….” He paused, the last statement coming out as an after thought. 

”Fine, ya made yer point. Tch--” The Sexta grumbled to himself, his stance relaxing somewhat. The initial tension was lessening noticeably. Grimmjow knew an actual fight with Ggio wasn’t the answer. But that didn’t mean he had to like it. 

“It may be natural for YOU  t’fear the unknown but I don’t buy that crap.” He nearly spat the words. To be King meant that you were fearless. Which, foolish or not, was the mindset Grimmjow stood firmly behind. 

“You may believe its pathetic but you have the power to say such things, Lord Grimmjow. Power isn’t something we all possess, even you have your fraccion under you. Imagine if Aizen-sama wasn’t the only person you feared….I can think for myself, I often do.” After all, if Baraggan had to tell him everything he would just be worthless. “….however I know how to follow orders”

“Ya really are a cockly lil’ shit, Ggio. What makes ya so sure that I fear that shitbag, Aizen?” At least his tone was settling down at this point. 

“His Majesty prefers to be talked to in a certain way” 

He scoffed, of course Grimmjow wouldnt understand. He believed himself to be a king in his own right. He was the ruler to his own section, he wasnt a servant. He even dared to step out of line when it came to Aizen.

”Do I look like yer fuckin’ majesty?”

 This guy had some balls. Grimmjow wasn’t about to be talked to like that by him.. hell not even Aizen. Even though with the latter, the backlash would likely be a lot more painful. 

That comment made him want to punch the other. One day….one day he would rise above Grimmjow…..one day he would be the Sexta and he would crush the larger feline under his boot. 

His brows knit together at the wording.  “What’s with that?” Nodding up as he folded his arms. 

“I dont have anything to say…..Lord Jaegerjaques”

The others name rolled of his tongue like acid as he took another step back, making himself a smaller target for the other to pounce on. 

“Yeah, that’s what I thought.” 

Grimmjow was highly territorial. He had no REASON to actually fight Ggio but his instinct of the other being in HIS domain was enough to put the Sexta on edge. 

        With a gentle lift of his head, eyes wandered along his mate.

        Hair falling along his features, reaching to stroke the mask

        the sexta possessed. “Grimmjow.” He spoke lightly, pressing 

Tilting his head slightly, only his Cuatro was allowed to touch his mask like this. Bringing his other arm around to ensure their forms were flush to one another. Clawed fingertips tracing his spine slowly.  “Ulquiorra. . “ There really wasn’t much to say, it all could be better expressed through physical means. His purring intensifies as his nose buried into inky black locks.