This story consists of two chapters; one by Innocent Sinner from Grimmjow's pov (point of view) and one by Illumination from Ichigo's pov. These are written from the storyline of the song "SpaceBound" by Eminem, so if you know the song, you'll recognize the stages of the storyline. And even if you haven't, it will make enough sense.
Just to be clear, this story has no sexual content; it is rated M for mentions of suicide, darkness, and lots of cussing. Enjoy!
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Animalism
Written by Innocent Sinner in Hell
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Fighting. It's exhilarating; nothing can compare. The pleasure of inflicting pain matches nothing. Until now… When we touch. It's a brief brush of my fingers on your arm, but it sends a rush down my spine. And it leaves me wondering. What could happen?
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Two months later; two months of fighting, awkward talks, a few (very seldom) dates; two months of flirting and testing this out. And now… We are an 'us.'
I have a past; I'm damaged. You know this. If you toy with me, it's completely over. I've been hurt in the past: his name was Ulquiorra. You know him. We all know him. But you're different. Where he is cold, you are warm and caring; where he was stoic, you are alive and full of emotions. Where he was only after fucking, you are only after love. Maybe this is the kind of person I need. Someone who might love me, despite all my fucked up, sadistic tendencies. And fuck, you're fucking sexy as all hell. … Does that mean I can try? Can it happen? Can I do it, without fucking everything up? I can't even let myself be happy…
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Shit. I'm fucking in love with you. What the fuck.
… You're in love with me too.
I… I can't believe it.
You caved in and broke… You left your heart open.
… I promise you haven't made a mistake.
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After a year and six months, he comes crawling back.
Ulquiorra. My Ulquiorra. I was never completely over him, and I've known this since you first looked at me with those amazing, chocolate eyes. Ulquiorra was an animal, someone I could truly relate to. He was what my primal instincts fucking screamed for. My animalistic needs were too great for you to handle anyway; despite this, I've broken your heart.
I guess killing me would be your best option. And it doesn't surprise me when you try. Pinning me to the floor, your fingers around my throat. Yeah, that's right. I fucked another guy. And we were in love. But I still fucked him. So kill me, bitch. I aggravate you. It was never in my nature to just sit back and take it. So I try to fucking piss you off. No shit I wanna die; I hate myself. But I had to go, babe. You know that.
… What the fuck… You're getting offa me? Not gonna kill me?
… What the fuck's that gun for?