OUT IN THE RAIN
heh heh/ you wonder what I do in the morning. It is currently 7:11 am on a Monday morning and I am trying to deny school. So yesh! Enjoy!
Defeat wasn't something grimmjow took easily. There was something he hated about defeat, and it had nothing to do with pride.
There was something like stupidity in defeat. There was something like weakness in defeat. And there was something that made him feel so very lonely.
It was like sitting out in the rain all alone, without an umbrella. He was soaked and pissed and alone. Very very alone. Trapped in his own little world, where it was always raining, where he was always angry.
And no one ever passed by or offered him a kind word. It was quiet. And all that existed was the ever pouring rain. Laughing at him, telling him 'you've lost again, jaggerjack!' mocking him with it's peaceful voice.
And he has lost. In more ways than one. He's lost his freedom, his will, his fight. He had no reason. Absently he'd find himself wondering what soul society was like. Though the happiness only looked half assed, and there was fighting everywhere, he wondered if he'd like it better there, if maybe he should leave this useless life as a hollow alone.
But then he'd have lost, wouldn't he?
He often heard the saying 'there's no use crying over spilt milk' but somehow he felt, if the goddamn milk keeps spilling, how can I not cry?
And that, more than anything, makes him feel like he's lost.
He wanted to be rescued. He wanted someone to pass by with an umbrella. He just wanted to leave this hell whole, that made him constantly angry.
The sun seemed to be avoiding him, the sun didn't like him. His new sun was found in a person. This person wasn't the best sun, because he got depressed, and it felt like it was raining for him too.
But the one good thing about this new raining sun was that...he had an umbrella. A ragged one that leaked, and wasn't quite big enough for both of them.
And always when it was raining, he sat there, not feeling so angry, not feeling so lonely. He was just waiting, waiting for his orange haired sun to come along and share is umbrella.
Defeat wasn't something Grimmjow took lightly. It wasn't something he liked. Rain was something he'd avoid if he could, it always made him depressed. Anger was not his best friend, insanity didn't like him either. Maybe that was why it was always raining?
So he'd just sit there. Waiting. Because waiting when you know someone is coming is a whole lot easier, than waiting to be rescued and no one knows you're there.
'If ya don't like the rain, grimmjow, dance in it' that was something Ichigo told him. And though he'd perfer to stay dry, maybe he should. He always did need something to do while he was waiting for ichigo to save him.
Defeat wasn't something grimmjow took easily. But sometimes he liked being rescued by his raining sun.
OWARI
it's now 8:02 as I am finishing it. Monday sucked. So drop me words pretty lovelies!
Grimmjow: ANGSTY!
Yay! He said something other than the! RXR ONEGAI!