capeandcowllogs | God I'll make 'em pay, take it back one day

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God I'll make 'em pay, take it back one day

WHO:

ridethetiger
WHERE: their loft
WHEN: today
WARNINGS: Graphic tattoo removal. Not for the faint of heart.
SUMMARY: Legal matters aside, there are some issues the arrancats need to address once and for all.
FORMAT: quick

[After the stress of the past two days, Ggio's taken to being quiet and out of the way, again. Especially after the careless comment he made that seemed to have sent Grimmjow into a dark mood.

He's laying on the couch in the main room, feet propped up on the armrest, frowning at his communicator as he tries to read the latest entry on the network. Some words stand out to him, but the other confuse him. He thinks he gets the general idea.

Though he can't think of the right words to respond with, let alone try to type them.]

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Oi, Vega. C'mere.

[ Despite the thoughts expressed ( anonymously of course ) on the network, Grimmjow has made his decision. And so, here he is, standing in the midst of the bathroom; shirtless, with a mirror set on the sink's counter, and Pantera held loosely in one hand. ]

[After a second of hesitation, Ggio sets aside his communicator and makes his way to the bathroom.

He stops when he sees Pantera, eyes going wide in confusion as he looks to Grimmjow.]

What is it?

[ Grimmjow is too busy looking at his back in the mirror over the sink, and pretends not to notice Ggio's concern. ]

Hold that little mirror up. I can't see shit with just this one.

[ He nods at the smaller hand-mirror sitting beside the sink. Then, awkwardly, places Pantera's blade across the width of his lower back, using his other hand to steady the opposite end of the blade. ]

[His eyes dart between Pantera and Grimmjow a few times, but Ggio obediently takes up the smaller mirror, and stands to where Grimmjow can see what he's doing.

He's worried, of course, lips pressed into a thin line, but he wait before speaking, and he won't dare to tell Grimmjow to stop. At least the bandages are nearby.]

[ Grimmjow glances behind him at the small mirror. ]

Up a little - there. Right there.

...Now don't move.

[ And glancing back to the mirror in front of him ( he's using both to keep him from getting a crick in his neck by trying to look over his shoulder.)
Slowly, with a fair amount of thoughtful scowling, and only a small twitch of the muscle in his jaw, he uses Pantera's blade to begin slicing at his Seis.

It's slow going. There's no convenient way to slice a tattoo off with a sword, after all. And once the blood begins flowing, it makes it harder to see. But slice, after slice, he's making mince meat of his tattoo. If he can't score the skin off entirely, he'll scar it up so badly there's no seeing the tattooed number anymore. ]

...Ah!...Fuck. Ulquiorra did this shit with his damn - nngh - finger nails. Think it'd be fuckin' easier than this....

Edited 2011-01-22 23:58 (UTC)

[... So that was it. Ggio relaxes minutely once Grimmjow starts, though he still doesn't quite understanding why this is happening. Considering that the seis was on his back, Ggio wouldn't have guessed that it was something that bothered Grimmjow; hell, the younger arrancar saw it more often than the other.

However, what it stands for is not something easily forgotten, and if Ggio were to be honest with himself, he saw it as part of Grimmjow's identity. It was why he envied the Espada, who wore those numbers as proof of Aizen recognizing their power.

... But that doesn't matter here, does it? His grip tightens on the mirror, and his toes curl and uncurl in agitation, but otherwise Ggio doesn't move. He just waits, and listens.]

[ Honestly, once the blood has flowed enough to soak the waistband of Grimmjow's jeans, that scowl has upgraded to a snarl. Not at the pain, per say, but at the annoyance of it. Using a sowrd to score off a tattoo - one placed so close to his hollow hole, at that - was pretty high on the list of irritating, and uncomfortable things. ]

Goddamn it. I can't see what the hell I'm doing, now.

[ Pausing, he moves Pantera's blade away again, and tries to get a better look at the bloody, fleshy mess that used to be his Seis. It feels...oddly liberating to do this. Though Ggio's expression, and the tension that's nearly palpable in the air gets a pointed look. ]

Get a towel, Vega. And after ya do? You're gonna hafta stand back a little. I gotta cauterize this shit, and if ya can't handle a little blood, then I ain't watchin' ya pass out while I burn the rest of the ink out.

I'm not leaving.

[At least that is said without hesitation, as he lowers the mirror to grab a nearby towel, and gently try to soak up as much blood as he could.]

The blood doesn't bother me.

[But that, he'll save for when Grimmjow is done, if he wanted to discuss it at all. Ggio was thinking he would have to deal with that particular problem on his own, in some way.]

Hsst! Motherfucker!

[ Even the gentle scratch of cotton blend towels hurts like fire across the raw flesh. Hissing through his teeth, Grimmjow contents himself with putting a miniature crater into the tile with a carelessly thrown fist. He doesn't move, though. Just stands there cursing while Ggio tries to mop up some of that blood. ]

Then - damn would you be a little careful?!

...Fuckin' stupid sword, ain't no way to...

[ For a moment, Grimmjow fades into a string of curses, then turns that sharp look back on Ggio. ]

Then you gonna spit out what's botherin' ya so bad? You're actin' like I'm carvin' on you, insteada myself over there.

Edited 2011-01-23 02:15 (UTC)

It's...

[Well, he can't lie and say it's nothing. He'd rather wait until this was over, but there was no use in hiding it now.]

I've been thinking about what this all means. [Pulling the towel away, finally, and stepping back.] I didn't notice until I was talking to Bobbi the other day, but about that letter we got and... everything. I thought it was insulting to be treated like other humans, with having to go to school and all... but it's not so bad, isn't it?

[Eyes cast down, then to the side.] I'm starting to think that it really is probably better here than back there. The humans still fear us, of course, but for the most part they talk to us like people.

... It's nice.

[ Grimmjow...well, he shares some of those sentiments. In his own way, of course. But for the moment, he stays silent. Instead opting to place Pantera's blade against the palm of his opposite hand, and concentrate; forming a very weak version of Desgarrion within his hand. It's just enough to heat up the metal without actually causing an explosion. The jump in reiatsu is palpable, though. ]

It ain't bad, no. But you, and me? We ain't human, Vega.

[ Once the metal is heated to a point that seems to satisfy Grimmjow, he swiftly flicks the end of the blade back around, then eases it behind his back...]

There's a fuckton of Imports that ain't human, either, I know. But you and me? We eat the humans. They're fuckin' prey, and they always will be.

[ And with a sizzling sound, and the sickening smell of cooked flesh, Grimmjow presses the hot metal hard, and fast into the weeping, shredded wound. ]

Hsssst! SonuvaBITCH!

[ But, after a moment, he removes the cooling metal, and turns to look over his shoulder into the mirror. ]

...But that don't mean that you, and me can't choose what, and how we live. It don't mean we can't choose not ta fuck with certain humans.

[ Prodding gingerly at the edges of the wound, then cold, blue eyes cut back to Ggio. ]

What I'm sayin' is this; Live however you wanna live. Go ta school, and work at the club, and fuckin enjoy shit. But don't fall inta that trap of deluding yourself. You, and me? We're killers. Predators. And no matter how much I might like one, or two of them, I know what I am. And so do they - even if they don't care too much anymore.

[Already moving to get the first aid, Ggio winces when he hears that searing.]

I know. [Facing Grimmjow, he doesn't offer the bandages just yet, sort of forgotten for the moment.] I do like a lot more things here than I thought I would, but I also know we're just doing what we want, what's best for us. That part of us isn't going to change, no matter what happens here.

[... And he comes to quiet realization, while looking at Grimmjow, that if push came to shove, Ggio really didn't need anything more than what was here before him. He smiles, faintly, nodding towards the newly-made scar.]

Feel better?

Hn...Yeah.

[ Well, at the moment, it's more like a burned, bloody mess than a scar. But despite that, Grimmjow seems to be admiring his handy work in the mirror. ]

In a fucked up way, I guess...I guess I do.

I'm glad.

[After taking the gauze from its packaging, he begins to gingerly wrap the wound. As he works, though, his lips gently brush Grimmjow's back; his way of apologizing for bringing up the tattoo in the first place.]

Bobbi said that with me in school, I'll have to get up in the morning, so I may not be able to work at the club as much. Is that all right?

Edited 2011-01-25 05:59 (UTC)

[ It wasn't Ggio that Grimmjow was angry with, anyway. It was wrestling with his own thoughts that made him edgy.
But, right now, Grimmjow just sets his hands on the edge of the sink, and leans over a little to make it easier on Ggio. Blue eyes glancing down at the Smilodon mask crowning the boy's black hair. ]

Yeah, if that's what ya want. Don't expect ta be gettin' paid the same, though.

[ Smirk~ ]

Fine. [His nose crinkles as though in annoyance, but his energy is playful.] I don't really like the idea of having to wake up so early, but I guess I can get used to it. Some stuff sounds like it'll be fun, like some game where you get to hit people with balls - what?

[Because he's glanced up and noticed that smirk.]

'Tch. If ya gotta get up early, I'll just hafta wear ya out earlier the night before.

[ The smirk just widens. You're being all cute, and domestic, Ggio. Grimmjow finds it all very amusing. ]

...And I dunno if ya know it, but ya realize this is the most you've ever talked about shit ya want for yourself since ya got here?

Oh, shut up.

[And the blush deepens as he lowers his eyes back to his work, maybe tugging the bandages a bit tighter than necessary for the teasing. But he stops again at that last bit, looking back up.]

Really? Guess the lovesacs don't count... Well, this is more important - huh.

[So, so sheepish. He didn't even realize it; when did he suddenly have so much for himself?]

[...Wait, WAT. ]

...The hell? What in the fuck is a 'lovesac'?!

[ Have a faintly creeped out look, here, Ggio. That sounds like some messed up marital aid, not gonna lie. ]

Edited 2011-01-25 17:11 (UTC)

[Awkward smile is a go!]

They're bean bag chairs. You can get one big enough for two, but I'd probably want one to myself. I can show you later if you want.

[ Just...stares. ]

I fuckin' swear, one day I'm gonna catch you layin' on nothin' but a pile of feather pillows that's ten times your size. Sippin' milk, and eatin' cake, and purrin.

[And Ggio just laughs, tucking in the end of the gauze as he finishes up, but so not moving away.]

You say that like it would be a bad thing.

Hn. 'Bad' depends on your definition of it.

[ Straightening, Grimmjow drops one hand to place two fingers under Ggio's chin. His thumb passes slowly over the boy's lower lip. ]

Me? I'd say you're thinkin' bad things right now.

[If by that he means imagining eating a whole cake by himself and NOT SHARING, then yes, he's thinking bad things!

Ggio's lip trembles under Grimmjow's thumb - he looks hungry...

...

Oh.]

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