Paso Doble

A/N: Based on a dream I had about Grimmjow. Man, I wonder why of all things, I had to dream of Grimmjow and myself dancing the Paso Doble. But then again, that blue haired Arrancar is rather handsome. Part 1 of my GrimmjowOC series.

Risa does the Paso Doble with a certain blue-haired Arrancar just to entertain Aizen and his followers. There's sparks between the two dancers, but is it for good, or bad?
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The Paso Doble is a Spanish Dance, based on the music played at bullfights during the bullfighters' entrance, the paseo, or during the passes, the faena, just before the kill.

The name meant "two step" in Spanish... and it literally was a Dance of Death.

The leader of the dance plays the part of the madator, and the follower the madator's cape, or in Risa's case, a flamenco dancer.

The stamp of Grimmjow's foot was loud, and it echoed in the room, almost startling the onlookers at the ferocity of it. The blue-haired Arrancar never broke a sweat as he danced, holding himself stiffly, extending a hand towards Risa.

In turn, Risa's stance was proud as she twisted and turned in her layered dress, a red rose in her hair, eyes piercing and cold as she gazed at him unblinkingly. Grasping his hand, she allowed herself to be pulled hard towards him, coming short right before his face as his eyes clashed with hers.

Never once did they blink, and the chemistry between them could be felt in the air, as a fire seemed to ignite in their eyes, a passion unspoken, and a determination to conquer the other.

Who in their wildest dreams could have expected the hot-tempered Grimmjow Jaggerjack of all people to be able to dance so well? Hell, no one even expected him to know how to dance.

But he knew how, especially the Paso Doble, and this unveiled a different side of him.

A fiery, more passionate side that captivated the eyes of many, especially the few female Arrancar that were around, putting him in whole new light altogether.

It was a Dance of Death. Kill of be killed. Either way, the bull still dies. Risa knew that well, and as she and Grimmjow cirled each other, her hand behind his head, his gaze peircing and intense, she could not help but marvel at the way he controlled the dance, controlling her. She broke off all of a sudden, and he caught her arm, turning her twice single-handedly before releasing her, and twirled, bringing her arms over her head, crossing them as her dress flared.

All this happened in just a minute. Both dancers held themselves stiffly, but moved gracefully, flowing from one move to another. Grimmjow leaned back as she leaned forwards, beckoning her in a silent invitation, his arms moving before him as though he was pulling her towards him. She accepted his invitation and came up to him rapidly, putting her hands on his chest, but not allowing him to embrace her, putting a barrier between them.

The beat got faster, the snapping of the castenets more thrilling and louder.

"You're good at this, Senorita..." Grimmjow breathed, smirking.

Risa lifted her chin haughtily. "You're not bad either, Senor." She pushed him away, lifting an arm, but he caught her elbow.

"Si. Y usted danza con muerte, Senorita. Yes. But you dance with death." Grimmjow said before pushing her violently away. "Usted se olvida, yo es el matador. Don't forget, I am the matador here."

Risa caught his arm, almost pulling forwards with her momentum. "I have not forgotten, Senor. But I'll try my best to survive. El toro sabe cuando vendra el extremo, y las luchas al extremo. The bull will fight to the end, no matter what."

"Your Spanish has gotten better." Grimmjow brought his right arm forward and she caught it with her right hand. "Ulquiorra has taught you well," he continued as he pulled her against him, linking left hands.

"Gracias." Risa inclined her head as they moved forwards. One step, two steps... and Grimmjow lifted his right arm gracefully in the air, she bending her body back before he twirled her and they exchanged poses.

The Paso Doble.... a Dance of Death between the matador and the bull. A dance that was proud yet gracefull, beautifull yet dangerous. Even as Grimmjow held her waist and they flowed from once stance to another, he whispered, "This won't last forever, Senorita Akamatsu. Matanza inmovil usted. I will kill you."

It sent shivers up her spine as she moved in tandem with him, one hand holding the fabric of her long skirt up as it flared so a bit of one leg could be seen as she kicked slightly before stamping her foot. "I haven't forgotten, Senor Jaggerjack. I haven't forgotten."

But as Grimmjow twirled her multiple times with one arm, both dancing to amuse the leader of Hueco Mundo, Risa held her own, and knew that as for now, she was still alive and was capable of fighting back.

But as they say, no matter how much the bull fights back, or how strong it is, it will still be killed by the matador.

Paso Doble, a Spanish Dance of Death.