(Fanfiction) Plaything
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skyremixTitle: Plaything
Rating: R
Series: Bleach
Characters: Ulquiorra Schiffer & Grimmjow Jeagerjaques
Word Count: 321
I eagerly await the day when my own strength will surpass yours, and I will claim the number "4" once and for all. Your blood will spill at my feet.
Don’t give me that shit. How dare you walk away from me when I’m challenging you? I’ll fucking kill you. I will kill you for underestimating me.
You will never be at my level? What the fuck was that? You make me so pissed off that I can hardly see anything other than killing you. You think it’s a joke, don’t you? I want nothing more than to rip these claws through your chest. Then what will you have to say?
There is only one number in between “4” and “6”. There is not much of a difference. Besides, I’m advancing in the ranks. It just so happens that I’ve bypassed “5” and want “4”. I will always grow stronger, I will never stop getting power, and one day I will show you the true meaning of despair. I will overpower you, and you will do as I please.
So fine, for now. Flaunt your power. Command me, whatever. One day, your blood will be on my hands, and I will laugh. I will laugh in victory, and slowly, yet eagerly lick my fingers. Your blood will taste sweet, but bitter and painful at the same time.
You will lie at my feet. You will be all mine, and you will know that I have surpassed you. I will kill you. But it will be so slow, so torturous. A cat and a rodent. When I am finally bored with my plaything, I will kill it and leave it, disfigured, torn, scarred, bloodied.
The game will be forgotten, but not the victim. Nothing tastes better than victory. Nothing will ever taste better than your blood. Nothing will feel better than ripping my fangs through your flesh, than my nails at your hips, then the warm wetness of blood on every piece of skin.
So walk away, for now. One day, you will be begging on your knees. I will only laugh.
Rating: R
Series: Bleach
Characters: Ulquiorra Schiffer & Grimmjow Jeagerjaques
Word Count: 321
I eagerly await the day when my own strength will surpass yours, and I will claim the number "4" once and for all. Your blood will spill at my feet.
Don’t give me that shit. How dare you walk away from me when I’m challenging you? I’ll fucking kill you. I will kill you for underestimating me.
You will never be at my level? What the fuck was that? You make me so pissed off that I can hardly see anything other than killing you. You think it’s a joke, don’t you? I want nothing more than to rip these claws through your chest. Then what will you have to say?
There is only one number in between “4” and “6”. There is not much of a difference. Besides, I’m advancing in the ranks. It just so happens that I’ve bypassed “5” and want “4”. I will always grow stronger, I will never stop getting power, and one day I will show you the true meaning of despair. I will overpower you, and you will do as I please.
So fine, for now. Flaunt your power. Command me, whatever. One day, your blood will be on my hands, and I will laugh. I will laugh in victory, and slowly, yet eagerly lick my fingers. Your blood will taste sweet, but bitter and painful at the same time.
You will lie at my feet. You will be all mine, and you will know that I have surpassed you. I will kill you. But it will be so slow, so torturous. A cat and a rodent. When I am finally bored with my plaything, I will kill it and leave it, disfigured, torn, scarred, bloodied.
The game will be forgotten, but not the victim. Nothing tastes better than victory. Nothing will ever taste better than your blood. Nothing will feel better than ripping my fangs through your flesh, than my nails at your hips, then the warm wetness of blood on every piece of skin.
So walk away, for now. One day, you will be begging on your knees. I will only laugh.
