Bleach Fan Fiction ❯ Comparisons ❯ Prove it ( Chapter 1 )

Tite Kubo owns Bleach. I just borrowed the characters.

 

Prove It

 

Entering his room, tired and wanting some peace, he frowned momentarily to see Grimmjow sitting at his table. Until now he had only guessed that the former Espada went into his room and searched through his possessions, but now he had proof. “Get out, Jaggerjack.” He said the words smiling calmly; knowing a display of any emotion seemed to please the Arrancar.

 

“Who's the woman? Nice rack. I wonder if she's a natural redhead. It would be fun finding out. Is she your girlfriend?” Grimmjow was holding a picture in his hands, his eyes firmly fixed on the exposed cleavage. A small smile curved his lips as he gazed at the image.

 

Gin moved swiftly across to the table and snatched Ran's picture out of the Arrancar's unresisting hands and placed it in a drawer He kept the picture hidden, not wishing anyone to ask awkward questions. Grimmjow must have been hunting for some time to locate that particular item. “She's no one you know. Get out,” he said pleasantly, through gritted teeth.

 

“Too pretty to be your girlfriend, huh? Dumped you, did she? If so she must have come to her senses or finally developed good taste.” Grimmjow lazily got to his feet and lounged against the wall. “I'd like to meet her in the flesh.” He smiled suggestively at Gin and then slowly ran a tongue over his top lip.

 

“You seem to have trouble understanding simple instructions, like get out. Maybe part of your brain was located in the arm that was destroyed, but no, you've always been like that. She'd never look at you because she does have some taste,” Gin stopped and took a deep breath before he continued. “I'll say it again: get out. Go and play with your friends; oh, yeah, sorry, I forgot you don't have any.” Gin didn't raise his voice or bother to offer any more comments. Instead he went and lay on his bed, ignoring the Arrancar. Trying to tease him was pointless and insults didn't work either but he'd insult him anyway. Grimmjow had no sense of humour and the one sided competition bored him. He shut his eyes, waiting for the jerk to leave. There was no point in trying to force him to leave, it would just make him more determined to remain. When he was bored, he would go, but not before.

 

Grimmjow ignored Gin's words and started talking slowly as if he was remembering something. “I think I saw her last time I was in the human world, or one of the others fought her. Oh, yeah, I think she was about to die when your buddies decided to cheat and released their limiters. I wish I'd been fighting her instead of playing with that loser, what's his name? Ichigo. It would have only taken minutes to defeat her, and then I could have had some fun with her. I'd like to get close to that set; get my mouth around them, or even better, get those sweet pouting lips around my….”

 

Gin's smiled widened as his temper grew and he put his arms behind his head, stretching, trying to pretend an air or relaxation he did not feel. “You'd hardly be a mouthful for her Jaggerjack. If you tried to force yourself on her, you'd probably find she'd bite it off, and you would have lost another limb, or in your case, a twig.”

 

Grimmjow was silent for a moment as he thought about the words Gin had used. “What are you saying Ichimaru? That I've got a small…” Grimmjow was indignant at the slight. He was no longer lounging against the wall, but was standing bolt upright, his eyes wide with anger.

 

“You forget; I've seen it. I remember when you emerged from your chrysalis. You've seen enough of those `births' to know you come out naked,” Gin had finally located that long sought for chink in Grimmjow's psyche. If he made enough subtle digs, it was possible that he could shake the Arrancar's confidence. Even the loss of his arm hadn't diminished the jerk's pride.

 

“It's not small,” Grimmjow protested, cut by the former Captain's comments. “I've checked.”

 

Gin didn't even try to hold back the chuckle. “You've checked? Who with? Arrancar? Espada? Hollows? Menos Grande? Oh, please tell me you compared yours to a Menos Grande.” Gin was laughing now. Comparing sizes of anything with a Menos Grande would be preposterous. He was sure that Grimmjow would have checked everything, compared himself to any one who would let him, in his constant attempt to prove his superiority. The only ones who would allow him to check would be the ones he could intimidate, a limited group. How many had he checked with? Maybe he'd used a ruler or a set of set squares to compare the size, or a tape measure. Had he checked before or after his arm had been cut off? Did he measure other things? The images crossing Gin's mind made him roar with laughter, upsetting Grimmjow even more.

 

“Stop laughing at me Ichimaru. I don't care what Aizen says. If you don't stop laughing at me I'll…”

 

Gin interrupted, trying to catch his breath. Finally he'd found this guy's weak point. Teasing him would be fun. “You'll what, former Espada Six? Fight me? With one arm, or none? If you try anything, I'll cut the other arm off and tell Aizen that you attacked me. An armless Arrancar. That would make you...”

 

“If you say pretty harmless, or armless, I'll stab you now.” Grimmjow interrupted through gritted teeth, his hand on the hilt of his blade. Since Tosen had cut off his arm he'd heard enough tasteless jokes about losing arms. None of them had amused him; they'd only made him angry.

 

“I was going to say, useless. I don't know why Aizen allows you to stay here, except out of charity. Now I remember, you're here as an example of what happens to Espada who disobey orders. Yeah, if you had no arms, that would be an even better example,” Gin's voice became hard, but the smile remained in place.

 

“I think you're too gutless to try, Ichimaru. You're only trying to annoy me. Ever since I emerged you've been trying to find ways to get at me. I think you're jealous because I'm bigger than you, taller, better looking, more powerful in every way, even with only one arm. That woman would fall at my feet in a moment,” there was a very small trace of uncertainty in the Arrancar's assertion.

 

“Yeah, screaming with laughter is you tried anything with her or if she saw you naked. Do you want to fight me, Jaggerjack? Is that why you're here? To try to prove that you can still fight? Why fight me? To prove your virility? It is because I'm a threat to youm or because I beat Ichigo the one time I met him? I won't fight you; it wouldn't even amuse me before I defeated you. The fact that you're here is evidence that your brain is as small as your endowment.” Gin was enjoying himself now. Hearing that slight uncertainty had pleased him more than he'd expected.

 

Grimmjow stood silent for a second; his thought processes a mystery to Gin who just wanted him to leave. “Prove that I'm not large,” Grimmjow demanded.

 

“What? What are you asking?” What the hell was going on? Grimmjow was taking this too far and Gin felt repelled.

 

“I want you to prove that I'm not large. I told you that I've checked, so I know what I'm talking about. I think you're freaking lying, you arrogant scum. You know you're inferior to Espada but you cling to your Shinigami superiority and now you're trying to make me feel small,” Grimmjow was furious, his eyes glittering with anger as he glared at the man lying on the bed.

 

Gin allowed his grin to widen even further. Who would have guessed the Arrancar was so sensitive? He was acting like a typical guy who'd had his male pride tested. “I don't need to make you feel what you already are. Go and check with someone other than the underdeveloped people you've chosen. I dare you to check with a Menos Grande.”

 

“I don't believe you. Prove I'm small. You owe me,” Grimmjow's words sounded almost like a request, not a demand.

 

Gin almost opened his eyes. What was the guy asking? This was making him uncomfortable. “I don't have to prove anything to you and I'm not interested. Now get out. Go and ask Tosen if you're that fascinated. I'm sure he'd be more than pleased to demonstrate as he's been taking a special interest in you.” As he expected the suggestion infuriated the Arrancar whose hatred of Tosen was even greater than his dislike for Gin. Grimmjow left, slamming the door behind him while muttering childishly about Shinigami perverts and how he'd show Gin that he was wrong.

 

 

Author's Note:

 

This story is an experiment. I've decided that the chapters will be much shorter than my other stories and they will be written in different tones. This one is supposed to be funny and slightly smutty, the next will be angst, the third will be farce, etc.

 

Writing this scared me a little. My muse kept urging me to try something new, so to please her I tried a new type of font, but she didn't like it and told me it wasn't what she meant. After a long explanation (did she have to include the diagrams?), I finally understood what she wanted, but the thought of what she was suggesting made me feel hentai, dirty and slightly queasy. She knew I was writing this for a laugh, while recovering from something or other, which removed most of my normal reserve and my ability to spell. To retaliate for the explanation and diagrams, I'm making it into something else (so there).

 

There will be two more chapters, maybe. I don't know yet. I've been told not to make important decisions.

 

Note to self: Do something about the muse. She worries me.

 

Please review.

 

MS