Your Strength [Grimmjow] for Ayame

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"Do you have everything you need?" Ulquiorra questioned the young woman who stood beside him.

"I guess," she grumbled, not too happy.

"Remember, if you don't do as Lord Aizen says he will terminate you."

"I was there when he said that, idiot." The Espada ignored her walking across the training area to stand in line. Kyrie glared at the top ten Espadas' that stood before her, arms crossed over her chest. "Now listen up," she snapped. "I may be human, but you will treat me with respect or else. I don't want to be here and I know you all don't want to either. So, while we are in this training area, I am the boss, you got that?"

Some of the men exchanged looks, other smirking, obviously intrigued. Ulquiorra remained passive, which was no surprise, and the only other female in the room cocked a brow at the bold statement. "Is that so?" the Fifth spoke up with a grin. Kyrie's eyes honed in on him immediately.

"Yes. Or else."

That caused a laugh to go through the crowd. "Or else what, human?" the Sixth questioned. He began stalking forward like a predator. "God forbid you hit us or cut our skin." The Espadas' snickered. "Please, don't slap me to death."

It happened so fast no one saw it coming. A hand covered the blue-haired man's face before slamming him back first into the hard ground. Everyone's eyes were wide in surprise, seeing the girl crouched beside the man and holding him down. She coldly looked at all the Arrancars', showing she was a lot more dangerous than it appeared.

"Anyone else?" Kyrie asked, standing back up as if she did not just take down the Sixth Espada with ease. No one dared to answer. "Good. Then let's begin."

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She had no choice, being captured by the enemy and forced to train their army. It had taken all three Soul Reapers to even restrain the girl, being forced to use a dark kidou to seal her up. Though powerful she was not able to travel between worlds, which made her stuck and forced to follow orders. While the teen could hold off her opponents, she wasn't immortal. Even she was capable of dying.

"Damn you!" Nnoitra yelled, getting to his feet once more and trying to rush his enemy.

Kyrie sighed, clearly bored by all of this. He had nearly exhausted his spiritual pressure and was just running on drive alone. While it was impressive, his determination, it did not spark the girl's interest. She could care less. When the man was just about to grab the human, she delivered a roundhouse kick to his neck and pinning the Arrancar to the ground.

"Enough. This session is over." Kyrie glanced up at the other Espada, ones she had fought and yet to fight that day. "Fuck all of this," she grumbled before leaving the arena completely. The group exchanged looks, a little startled by the teen's sudden leave. Though most could've cared less and left to do other things.

Annoyed, Kyrie walked through the halls of Las Noches. She didn't want to be here, but back in Karakura with her friends. This was wrong, helping the enemy and now the Soul Society probably believed she was a traitor. The girl cried out in anger, bringing around a fist and slamming it into the nearest wall, blowing a hole through it.

"Damn," a voice spoke down the hall, causing Kyrie's head to whip around. "Something on your mind?"

"Buzz off, Grimmjow," she muttered, looking away.

The man chuckled. "I would, but then you might level Las Noches. You're pissed because you're here."

"No shit, Sherlock."

"Then why do you keep putting up with Aizen?"

"Why do you? You clearly dislike him yet follow him around like a dog."

That earned the girl a glare. "I'm going to let that one slide as long as you don't say it again." The remark caused her to smirk, which startled the Espada. It was the first real emotion she had shown aside from her cold expression.

"What?" Kyrie questioned, seeing the man's sudden blank look.

"Nothing," he answered quickly, breaking out of his daze. "It's nothing."

The girl cocked a brow. "Now it looks like something's on your mind."

"Don't change the subject," the man grumbled. "You're not helping us. All you're doing is kicking all of our asses."

"Tell that to the assholes who dragged me here."

"If you want to keep your life, I would suggest against it. But I may have another way."

"Why are you trying to help me?"

"Let's just say that any girl who can beat Nnoitra's ass into the ground is alright in my book. And it'll liven things up."

Kyrie rolled her eyes in response. "So then what's your great plan, Grimmjow?"

"Simple really," he answered, opening a garganta. "All you have to do is walk through here."

The teen cocked a brow. "That easy?"

"Almost..." He was very close suddenly, hand gripping the girl's chin roughly before kissing her long and hard. "Now punch me."

"Excuse me?" Kyrie asked in surprise from the kiss and that someone was willingly wanting her to hurt them.

"Punch me. If you do that then it'll make it look like we fought it out."

"You asked for it..." Kyrie's knuckles slammed into the man's cheek quickly, forcing him into the wall before sliding to the floor in a daze. "You alright?"

"Feh, I didn't even feel it," Grimmjow muttered, clearly out of it, which caused Kyrie to smirk.

"Right..." His eyesight began to fade. "Grimmjow... thanks..."

"Feh, shut up and get out of here."

The black hole swallowed her up.

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To say Aizen was angry was an understatement. He had lost the one asset he had that could've faced the Soul Society head on. "She wouldn't have agreed to it," Ulquiorra spoke up, startling the man.

"What was that?" the Lord questioned, eyes slightly narrowing.

The Fourth Espada turned to look his master in the eye. "She would've taken us out before we even tried to step into Karakura. And all she ever did here was show her strength and beat us into the ground. We're better off without her."

The Soul Society hid away Kyrie for fear she would fall into the enemy's hands again, even though she wanted to fight. Though with the defeat of Aizen at the hands of Ichigo came as a relief to the Soul Society and they began to rebuild everything that had been destroyed during the Showdown. But there was something that was still bothering Kyrie. "What happened to Grimmjow?"

Ichigo was shocked when he was asked, having woken up a week ago from the month-long coma. "I didn't think you cared," the teen answered back. "After all, they kidnapped you."

"He's the one who helped me return." She had never told anyone who had aided in her escape, or how it had happened. The Soul Reaper couldn't believe that his rival had done such a thing.

"I don't know," was his answer. "After we fought, he was hurt pretty bad by another Espada. He just disappeared."

Things sort of returned back to normal. Uryuu and Chad had taken over Ichigo's Soul Reapers duties since the loss of his powers, and Kyrie reverted back to being a normal human and hid her strength. She never got involved with another mission or fight that involved the Soul Society again, not wanting to draw attention, which was what got her in trouble the last time.

Time had passed, and the gang was entering their senior year. Soon they would be going their separate ways to pursue their dreams. "Kyrie!" Orihime sang, waving down the older teen, who glanced over a shoulder. The said girl smiled warmly, waiting for the busty student to catch up. "We're all going bowling tonight. Do you want to come?"

"Maybe. There are some things I need to do first. I'll call you if I can."

They went their separate ways, Kyrie humming lightly to herself. But something was bothering her. Glancing around, the girl couldn't find anything out of place. Still, she felt as if she were being watched.

The teen opened the door to her apartment, dropping the shoulder bag on the floor. A floorboard creaked, her head snapping towards the living room. It happened in a matter of seconds, a hand coming in from the left. Kyrie ducked quickly before shooting through the air and tackling her attacker to the ground. The fight was fast and rough, the two banging into furniture left and right. Suddenly, both hands gripped her wrists, pinning the teen to the wood floor harshly. Kyrie's eyes squeezed shut from the impact, breath escaping her lungs in a rush.

"Well would you look at that," the voice stated overhead. "You've lost your touch."

Her eyes opened quickly, wide in shock at who it was. "Grimmjow...?"

The sadistic man grinned above her not letting up his grip for a second. "You're weak."

Kyrie rolled her eyes. "Just because I've been acting human without super strength."

"In other words, I finally win. Now then, what's my prize?"

She cocked a brow. "Prize? What the hell do you think this is? An award ceremony? Congrats, Grimmjow, you can finally pin a girl."

The Esapda smirked wider, drawing closer. "Oh no, see you owe me since I helped you escape Hueco Mundo. If it wasn't for me then you'd still be stuck there fighting against your friends. As for this, hell..." The man's nose grazed over Kyrie's neck, breathing in her scent. "I've been waiting to see the look on your face when I pinned you underneath me." Kyrie's cheeks flushed uncontrollably, causing him to grin. "And you didn't disappoint."

Grimmjow kissed the human roughly, pressing their bodies together. She kissed back just as hard, pulling a wrist loose and tangling it in his hair.

Orihime wasn't going to receive a call any time soon.

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