For those of you used to my "Worse Than Death" stories, you're probably going all "WTF mate?", as all of these stories will deal with angst in some way, shape, or form. But my mood as far as writing goes fluctuates a LOT. So therefore, I make sure there's a project at all times that deals with humor and another that deals with angst. So whenever I feel I'm not in the mood for comedy, I can work on this. And vice versa, if I'm not in the mood for angst, I work on Worse Than Death. I find that you can only get better through more writing, so I try to keep myself writing no matter what. Although I'm sure the fans of my KH web comic and the fans of Disenchanted are pissed at me by now, as I've cruelly left them in the dark for quite a while. I can't help it though that the Bleach fandom has completely sucked up all my interest though. . ;

And for my Worse Than Death fans, don't worry, I'm still in a comedy mood. Progress is going well in the latest chapter, and I'd say that it will probably be out in the next three days. I even wrote lyrics for a chorus of one of Grimmjow's songs while bored at work. XD

But anyways, I'm still working on the angst themes, so including the bonus themes, there will be thirty-five themes in all. Some stories, like this one will use more than one, so I'm not sure on how many entries there will actually be. Most that I've written so far though are probably too explicit for this site (although I won't rule out the possibility of toning those said entries down a little). So if you're a shameless pervert, visit the link to my LJ, which should be in my profile.

But with out further ado, I'll start with my favorite entry of all so far (as I think this is the one that needs the least work). I never use a beta reader (too lazy to go find one), so if you readers spot any errors in the story, don't be afraid to tell me (I take criticism REALLY well), as unlike in Worse Than Death (it's all about the comedy), I'm striving for quality in these.

Rating: T, as for once, this fic DOESN'T contain sex, but still has some fairly brutal violence and swearing in it.

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Non –Entity

By Renegade Raine

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#14: Kiss

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"The sky is not the same shade of blue

Every single thing I believe isn't true

Missing in the maze of monochrome

How did I get here? How can I go home?"

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Looking up miserably through the cracks in the single window in her room, Orihime was so lost in her thoughts that she didn't even notice someone entering her room. Her visitor stood in the doorway, until he finally walked through and shut the door behind him, which finally got Orihime's attention. Wiping off the melancholy look off of her face, she turned around with a surprised reaction.

"Grimmjow? How long have you been standing there?" Orihime asked.

"Long enough to see nothing. Seriously, do you just daydream all day?" Grimmjow responded.

"Well, I wouldn't call it daydreaming, but it's not like there's anything better to do here.

"Ain't that the truth." Grimmjow muttered under his breath.

"Why are you here anyways?" Orihime spoke with a curious look on her face.

"What? I have to have permission to come into your room now?" Grimmjow said with a raised brow.

"No, I was just wondering." Orihime said.

"Tch. Anyways, I'm checking up on you, since Ulquiorra does a piss-poor job when it comes to that." Grimmjow replied.

"Oh…I see." Orihime said with a tone of disappointment in her voice.

"What the hell are you so depressed about? Did you think I came by to chat?" Grimmjow scowled. "Don't be so fucking naïve. It'll get you killed around these parts."

Orihime glanced over at Grimmjow's face for a moment before casting her glance back down on the floor. Grimmjow was going to leave at that point, but for some reason, he felt compelled to stay for a couple more minutes.

"Those bitches haven't bothered you lately, have they?" Grimmjow finally mumbled.

"Huh? You mean Loli and Menoli?" Orihime asked and turned her head into a thoughtful expression. "No…I haven't seen them since that day."

"Good, otherwise you'd owe me another favor." Grimmjow stated, causing Orihime to give him a weird glance because of his screwed up way of showing chivalry. But when Grimmjow glared at her, she quickly erased the expression off of her face. Grimmjow was about to say something else, but before he could, he heard the door open behind him and saw Ulquiorra enter the room.

"Grimmjow…what are you doing here?" The pale-faced Espada asked.

"Doing your job." Grimmjow replied.

"I do not think I require assistance in watching over that woman." Ulquiorra deadpanned.

"Heh, when two inferior arrancar break in and beat the shit out of her, I don't think you're doing your job right." Grimmjow said. "Or maybe that's just how I see it."

Although it was barely detectable, the corner of Ulquiorra's lips went slightly downward for just a couple of seconds before returning his expression back to the usual frown. Satisfied over getting the victory in the argument, Grimmjow walked past him and out the door. Ulquiorra sighed before going onto his regular business.

It was not the last time that Grimmjow visited Orihime's room though. In fact, he visited once every day. At first, the visits were brief, as he merely checked in to make sure that no one had messed with her. But as the days went by, Grimmjow found himself strangely fascinated by Orihime's stories which were often out there, but being stuck in a place that was pretty much always serious made him appreciate the quirkiness of the girl a little more. So as she blabbered about whatever topic she felt like talking about that day, Grimmjow would sit back on the couch in her room or just wander around the room just listening to her talk, occasionally making a comment about how stupid her story was (although he mostly did it to get a humorous huffy expression out of her). Then when Ulquiorra would step into the room, Grimmjow would smirk at him as he left the room, knowing there was nothing that Ulquiorra could do against him.

One day though, Grimmjow entered Orihime's room to find her in a similar state as the day he started his daily visitations. He'd see her looking out the window in a daze every once in a while, but it finally irked him enough to want to know the deal behind it. Finally realizing that Grimmjow was in the room, Orihime turned around quickly with a cheery expression on her face.

"Oh…hey Grimmjow!" Orihime said. Not returning her greeting, Grimmjow gave her a dubious glance before speaking.

"What is your deal anyways?" Grimmjow asked.

"Huh? What do you mean?" Orihime responded.

"Sometimes when I come in here, you're looking out that window like you wish you could rip it out and run away." Grimmjow commented. Giving a melancholy smile, Orihime sat down on her couch before responding.

"I guess I can tell you." Orihime started with a sigh. "I'm just so sick of this place. I came here because I didn't want Aizen to hurt any of my friends, but I wonder if I made the right choice. I look out the window, but no matter what, the sky is always dark and never blue. All I ever see in this place is black and white. I'm sick of it. All I want is to go back home to all of my friends, but I don't think that I'll ever be able to go back. There's nothing here, nobody cares about me here, but I'm forced to accept all of this. I guess you could say that is what my problem is."

Grimmjow just stood expressionless as he stared at Orihime. He knew he was supposed to keep his distance from the girl, but something stirred inside of him. He felt like he should do something, but it was not his style at all to say something like that he cared. He'd sooner slit his own throat before saying something like that.

Instead, he sat down beside her on the couch and stared at her for a couple of minutes, trying to figure out what he should do. Orihime was a little weirded out by him staring at her, but at the same time was also flustered at his intense look. Finally deciding what to do, Grimmjow tilted her chin up and brushed his lips over hers. If she didn't get the hint from him at that point, Grimmjow noted that it was her own damned ignorance to blame then.

Surprised at his reaction, Orihime opened her mouth slightly. Thinking it was permission to continue, Grimmjow slid his tongue in her mouth, deepening the kiss. Although she was caught off-guard, she soon came to accept the kiss as she wrapped one arm around his neck. After about a minute, Grimmjow pulled away for air. The two stared at each other briefly, trying to comprehend what had just happened. However, Grimmjow soon snapped out of it as he leaned Orihime back against the length of the couch.

Crawling over the top of her body, Grimmjow narrowed his eyes before hovering his head above Orihime's. Looking into his eyes, Orihime could see the color of the clear blue sky that she so desperately missed in her own world. Finally, Grimmjow lowered his lips, capturing hers in a more passionate kiss. His skull remnant started to irritate Orihime's face, so she placed a hand over the edge of his mask. Upon hearing a suppressed moan come from the back of her throat, Grimmjow positioned his knee between her legs. He then reached for her hand lying by her side as he brought it up by her head. Dropping his shoulders slightly, he allowed his jacket to slide off of his shoulders, but it was then when he sensed that a strong reiatsu was quickly heading toward the room. Finally snapping back to reality, Grimmjow quickly stood up and pulled his jacket back up on his shoulders. Although there was no doubt that Grimmjow desired the woman, he knew that if he wanted to live, he had to restrain himself.

As Grimmjow headed toward the door, Ulquiorra entered. Usually by the time he made it to the girl's room, Grimmjow seemed content in the room, but on this particular day, he seemed to be in a hurry to get out. Suspecting something, Ulquiorra glanced over at Orihime. She was blushing, and her hair seemed a little mussed, but he didn't see any hard evidence to use against Grimmjow. Narrowing his eyes slightly, Ulquiorra glanced over at Grimmjow as he left, noting to keep a better eye on the girl's activities.

After Ulquiorra delivered her food and finished checking up on her, he left, leaving her alone in her room again. Orihime stared up at the full moon through her window. Mulling over what had happened with Grimmjow earlier, Orihime wondered if it was really worth staying in Hueco Mundo. On one hand, she appreciated Grimmjow's company and that he would at least listen to what she had to say, but on the other hand, she really missed her friends at home and she despised the fact that she was helping Aizen in his goals. As she sat on the ground, she brought her knees up and leaned her head against them as she tried to figure out what to do. After a few minutes, she brought her head back up as she made a decision.

"I'm so sorry." She muttered as she stood up, forcing herself not to cry. She walked over to the door and put her head down, glancing at the ground, before forcing herself to look determined. Placing her hands on her headpins, she spoke in a quiet voice. "Tsubaki…I reject!"

Materializing in front of her, Tsubaki quickly cut through the door, leaving it in ashes. Stepping through the smoke, Orihime stepped through the empty doorway and quickly ran in the direction with the least amount of spiritual presence. She felt like she was betraying Grimmjow, but she hoped that he would understand why she could not stay in Hueco Mundo any longer. Even so, she still held back her tears as she raced through the hallways of Los Noches.

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#35: Haha…

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"The echoes in my eyes, of all they used to see

Burning down the world, the ashes and debris

And all that's left to me

Non-entity"

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Stomping into Aizen's gathering area, Grimmjow was pissed to be woke up from his slumber, just because Aizen wanted something from him. He wanted to order the messenger to rely the message of "Go fuck yourself" to Aizen, but he had a feeling that Aizen wouldn't be too appreciative of the comment. So as he entered the room, it was obvious that Grimmjow was not in the best of moods.

"Grimmjow." Aizen said in an annoyingly paternal tone. In response, Grimmjow wanted to ask "What the fuck do you want, you annoying prick?", but chose not to die at that moment.

"What is it that you want from me, Aizen-sama?" Grimmjow asked in place of his original idea.

"Straight to the point, I like that." Aizen commented. "It would seem that our lovely guest has decided to head home early. However, I'm not finished with her. I want you to get her back, but if she refuses…"

"I kill her." Grimmjow finished.

"Exactly. Now go." Aizen ordered. Keeping a stern face, Grimmjow walked out of the room. Closing his eyes, Grimmjow focused on every single source of reiatsu in the building, searching for Orihime. Finally, he located her in a wing of the building that was not too far from where he was at the present moment. Grimacing, Grimmjow quickly dashed toward the area he sensed Orihime's presence in.

Meanwhile, Orihime was surprised that she had not encountered a single arrancar during her daring escape though Los Noches. As a door approached her range of vision, Orihime sighed in relief while quickening her pace. However, before she could reach it, she saw something flash in front of her, causing her to stop. When the figure materialized in front of her, she widened her eyes.

"Gr…Grimmjow!" Orihime stuttered. Narrowing his eyes, Grimmjow glared at her with a strict face.

"Leaving so soon?" Grimmjow asked.

"Grimmjow…I." Orihime said, trying to explain her situation, but Grimmjow cut her off.

"Save it, woman. I already know your whole spiel!" Grimmjow yelled, but calmed down before continuing. "And now I've been sent to get you back. Let's go."

Walking past her, Grimmjow grabbed her arm and started to pull her toward him, but Orihime shook his grasp off of her as she looked up at him. Seeing his slightly hardened expression, she looked back down at the floor.

"But…I don't want to go back." Orihime said in a quiet voice. Clenching his teeth, Grimmjow tried to grab her again, but she once again evaded his grasp. "I'm sorry."

"Don't you get it?" Grimmjow exclaimed. "If you don't come with me, I have to kill you!"

Orihime kept her crestfallen glance down before closing her eyes to consider something. Looking back up, she gave Grimmjow a weak smile.

"If I'm killed by you, then it's okay." Orihime spoke softly. "I must have really hurt you…I deserve it."

"Shut up! I don't want to fucking hear it!" Grimmjow roared, before tightening his fists and turning around. Letting out a sigh, Grimmjow spoke in a defeated tone. "Go. If I don't see it, then maybe I can still live."

"But Grimmjow-!" Orihime tried to protest, but was again cut off by Grimmjow.

"I told you, I don't want to fucking hear it!" Grimmjow shouted.

"What will happen to you though?" Orihime asked.

"It doesn't matter, just go before you get the both of us killed!" Grimmjow said with a hint of growl in his voice. Finally getting the point, Orihime mournfully looked at the back of Grimmjow before turning around to head out the door. However, instead of the door, she was met with a blade though her chest as Ulquiorra looked upon her with an indifferent expression. Hearing the sickening thud behind him, Grimmjow turned in horror to see Orihime drop to the ground with a shocked look on her face. After watching the girl fall to the ground, Ulquiorra blinked and looked up at Grimmjow.

"I had a feeling that something like this would happen." Ulquiorra stated. "So I told Aizen, and he sent me to do the job that you so utterly failed at."

Grimmjow only glared at Ulquiorra in hatred as he continued on, thankful that Ulquiorra did not even bother to notice his hand slowly inching toward the sword he kept at his side.

"I believe you scrutinized me earlier for not doing my job." Ulquiorra continued. "But at least I didn't flat out betray Aizen-sama like you did."

Ulquiorra continued to insult Grimmjow, but at this point, he paid no attention to his words, as he grabbed his sword.

"Grind, Pantera!" Grimmjow muttered as Ulquiorra's eyes went wide.

A few minutes later, Grimmjow reverted back to his unreleased state as he looked down at Ulquiorra's completely mutilated body. It was not enough to just merely chop his head off. No, after he sliced his sword through him, he continued to stab him continuously, shouting profanities at the former Espada, not minding that he was getting his blood all over himself. Finally satisfied the mangled mess on the floor, he stretched his hand out as he erased the remnants of Ulquiorra with a single cero.

Finally calming himself down, Grimmjow looked down to Orihime, who was rapidly growing weaker and weaker. Wiping his blood soaked hands on his pants, he kneeled down next to her. Knowing that this all could have been prevented if he had just picked her up and carried her to her room, Grimmjow looked down at her with an uncharacteristic pained expression.

"I'm sorry." He muttered to her, as she flitted her eyes open.

"Don't be…I'm thankful. You gave me something that no one else did before." Orihime said, forcing herself to give Grimmjow a weak smile before going limp on the floor.

"What the hell do you mean?!" Grimmjow growled at her. When she didn't respond, Grimmjow panicked as he slapped her across the face in an attempt to wake her up. But when she still didn't respond, he looked down at her. "I don't understand!"

He then felt something in his chest that he never experienced before. Grimmjow panted, trying to understand what was going inside of him. He felt something forming in his throat, but he pushed it back. Trembling, he hated that he had no fucking clue of what was going inside of him. Finally not being able to take it anymore, he threw his head back and laughed at the absurdity of it all. Filling the halls with his maniacal laughter, Grimmjow grasped the sides of his stomach, as they started to burn. Putting his hands on the ground to support his body that was weakened from laughing so much. As he finally recovered from his laughing fit, Grimmjow looked over at Orihime and closed her eyes shut before forcing himself back on his feet.

Standing in an eerily calm position, Grimmjow wiped more blood off of him before continuing forward. Among the things he had learned from the girl, what he had learned the most was that he had nothing to live for. And because he now had nothing to live for, Grimmjow set out to complete one last task.

Aizen was going to die.

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#3: A Call From Heaven

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"Try to stand the line, try to obey

The ghost of what I was keeps getting in the way

Staring at the sun, I'm blinded by the light

Now I'm afraid I'm fading out of sight"

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Narrowing his eyes, and giving the man who had burst through the door a confident smirk, Aizen looked down at Grimmjow from his throne. Looking up at the cocky expression of the man he loathed, Grimmjow sneered at him. Amused by his expression, Aizen stood up and jumped down to Grimmjow's level.

"Grimmjow…I've been expecting you." Aizen spoke.

"I bet you have, you bastard." Grimmjow grumbled. Pulling out his sword, he glared at Aizen. Smiling, Aizen put his hand of the hilt of his zanpakuto.

"I didn't want it to end like this, but since you served me so well these last few years, I'll give you the privilege of glancing upon my Kyoka Suigetsu." Aizen stated as he pulled out his sword. "And just so you know, there will be no one to interfere in this battle."

"So I'll have to kill the other bastards later, huh?" Grimmjow said with a grin. Aizen just stood with an amused expression as Grimmjow gripped his zanpakuto. "Grind, Pantera!"

Converting into his released form again, Grimmjow rushed toward Aizen to impale him, however Aizen used a kidou spell to teleport out of the way. He reappeared behind Grimmjow, but before he could hit him, Grimmjow turned around and blocked his sword.

"Like it would be that easy to kill me." Grimmjow mocked and plunged his sword into Aizen's chest. However, he was disturbed by the fact that Aizen was smiling. Moments later, Aizen melted away, leaving Grimmjow in a state of complete confusion. Before he could comprehend the situation, he saw dark energy surround him and felt himself being pierced at least a dozen times. Kneeling to the ground, Grimmjow glared up hatefully as he reverted back to his unreleased form. Aizen took a couple of steps forward and gave Grimmjow a look that almost seemed like pity.

"I never did tell you the power of my sword…did I?" Aizen asked. "Anyone who looks upon it is put in a permanent state of hypnosis. So from the beginning, you were doomed. Now obey a command of mine for one, and die."

Aizen took his zanpakuto and penetrated it through Grimmjow's chest. Coughing up blood, Grimmjow struggled to lift his head, so that he could spit blood upon Aizen's shoe. He looked a little annoyed by Grimmjow's act of rebellion, but Aizen only stood, as he knew that he already had the battle won.

"Dammit." Grimmjow muttered as he collapsed to the ground. Memories of his life clouded his vision, as he mulled over everything that had happened to him in the events of his last day and how nothing was fair. When a person died in Hueco Mundo or Soul Society, they didn't go to hell, but the call of heaven would also be heard on deaf ears. All that happens is that their soul is disintegrated and they become nothing. Grimmjow was able to accept that fate for himself, as it suited him. In a life where he had nothing, he would thus become nothing.

But was it fair to Orihime? Was it fair that she would never see her friends again? Was it fair that she would never be reborn to have another chance of having a good life?

As he took his last few breaths, Grimmjow again scrutinized himself for the fact that he could have saved her from the fate if he hadn't of let her escape. Sure, she would have been stuck in a place she despised, but at least she had the chance of having her friends save her. Or maybe Grimmjow could have found out about the power of Aizen's shikai and saved her himself. Closing his eyes, he cursed his own existence as he felt himself fade away into nothing. Although he had so many unanswered questions in his head, one thing was clear.

Life was cruel, and he could do nothing about it.

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"The echoes in my eyes, of all they used to be

Burning down the world, the ashes and debris

And all that's left of you, and all that's left of me

All have washed away

Non-entity"

"Non Entity" – Nine Inch Nails

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Author's Comments

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I find that I strangely do my best writing while I'm depressed, so I took advantage of it, as I was actually genuinely depressed while writing this. So, I'm pretty proud of this piece in that aspect.

As for the whole nothing thing when dying, I don't completely understand how death works in the afterlife, but Aaroniero said something about Kaien's spirit body disintegrating after he died, so I assume you just become nothing after you die in the Bleach world. It's depressing, but hey, that plot point was the crucial part of this story. So until canon evidence is brought forth (even though wikipedia says that people who die in Soul Society are reborn in the real world, I don't remember anyone actually saying it in the manga), that's what I'm going with. Although I'm sure after I post this, someone will prove my theory wrong. ;

And for any NIN fans reading this wondering where the hell "Non-Entity" came from, he's only played it a couple of times live. Apparently it was a song that was recorded for With Teeth, but it didn't make the album. WHY?! It's better than pretty much all the songs on that entire album, except for maybe "All the Love in the World". And even then, I'm debating it. Ah well, at least Year Zero is just an all around awesome album.

I'll put more themes up once I go through and make corrections to them, but I thought I'd put this one up for now to gauge the reaction of the audience around these parts.