A/N: I think I might've promised a few people awhile back that I'd do a Grimmjow/Menoly story for them but... never got around to it. Finally had some downtime today and figured it wouldn't hurt to sit down and do something... three hours later, I remembered what I was supposed to do and tried again. To be honest, I could probably see this going somewhere but I just don't have the time nor inspiration to do anything about it- I would love to, believe me, but outside factors are really hindering me right now. Maybe, one day, I'll be able to pull off something with this couple.

She was weightless.

Free falling and spiraling downward at speeds that caressed her broken body like gentle hands hoping to ease away her pain. The physical discomfort rattled the empty spaces between her broken ribs and punctured organs; bones snapped cleanly out of place as black spots overtook the paleness of her skin. The edges of her vision were spotted with white dots that threatened to steal one of the few senses she had left.

But the physical pain hurt nothing like the mental aspect of it.

She was maimed, crippled and destroyed by someone of her own kind; he had crushed her like she was the one wearing a black robe- like she was the enemy. But she supposed she couldn't blame him, his intelligence level was about on par to that of a broken rock.

He had signed her death certificate without her acknowledgment.

She wouldn't survive the landing, but... she was completely okay with that. Because then this worthless life of hers would be over and what little remained of her cracked soul could pass on. She used to be terrified by the aspect of death but now it was the only amount of comfort she had.

It felt like a bad dream, you know?

One of those dreams that could only be broken by her foot falling off the edge of the bed; leading her to be awaken to a sudden spring of cold sweat and a startled hiccup in her lungs. It would all be followed by a light, embarrassed chuckle before exhaustion drove her back to sleep.

But she knew better than to believe in something so juvenile.

She wouldn't die with her tail tucked between her legs like that.

The air felt heavier now as she drew closer to the ground below; the top of the building that she was standing at just minutes before was blurring out as it mixed into the skyline. Soon enough, her body would break into incurable pieces and her bones would protrude through her flesh like some kind of victimized voodoo doll; her lungs would fill with blood just before they were crushed from the force alone and the crimson fluid would flood out across her pale lips like some kind of final signature on the world. There might be one last second of lingering consciousness just to feel the broken status of her body before existence itself would be wiped clean from her mind.

It would be like a giant restart button, right?

Gladly. She would gladly strike that button just to forget.

Then again, this life wasn't all bad... there were some perks to it; her mind just couldn't process which ones were the perks exactly. A mix of blue hair, that cocky grin and a body that wouldn't quit blurred into her memory for a brief second before a rush of pain erased the image just as quickly as she had remembered it. Was there an afterlife for people like them? She didn't consider herself to be a person of... really anything, she hardly had any beliefs or virtues but... if anger could bring her to a world like this, then maybe there was a world after this one too. And maybe she would see him.

A soft smile tugged on the corner of her tired, bloodied lips and she figured if anything, her last few moments should be better than the one that lead her to this life.

You're losing it Menoly.

That was right... she was; maybe her last few moments could just be enjoyed in pure insanity to help her cope.

But I can't say that I can blame you.

Of course not.

Just moments before impact, she felt some kind of force move to cradle her; tightening itself around her as it pulled her fragile, crushed body into it. And she enjoyed the comfort while it lasted as it seemed to curl around her in an attempt to protect her. It was only when she felt the light presence of fingertips baring into the back of her shoulders, a broad chest pressing into her own that the reality of it came to life. A second body had caught her in mid air to shield her from the crushing impact, sparing her the final blow that she had convinced herself to accept; he entangled himself around her and took the brute of the force when they collided into the sand together. It would seem like a death roll to break the momentum that slowly moved into a rolling dance as his arms tightened themselves around her slender form.

If she had the strength, she would've returned the gesture... just to feel the sensation of his flesh underneath her nails once more.

When it all came to a stilling motion, when they finally came to a stop, there didn't seem to be a single breath to share between them. But she could feel his chest briefly struggling against her, knowing well that hers was mimicking the same motion. Massive wounds carved out his flesh and pumped his blood out into the sand below them; she was certain pieces of his intestines were barely being contained behind his broken stomach wall... a Shinigami blade had proved to be far too quick for the Panther himself.

There was no hope of redemption for either of them here.

It took her remaining strength to slowly lift her fingers to stroke across his cheek; feeling the way he seemed to turn away at the motion... just like he always did. Straying locks of blue hair fell into his face and she would've tucked them aside if she thought it matter. Their bodies would just burn away to ashes after this, their burial looks would not be seen anyways.

Despite the hell they liked to put one another through and how they enjoyed putting each other down again and again... this sure as hell beat dying alone. Even if he was to be at her deathbed, and she at his, this was almost suiting for them; she knew if either of them had the strength to do so, they would've delivered the killing blow to the other without an ounce of hesitation. But death lingered in numb fingertips and there was nowhere else for them to run anymore; they were practically the caricatures of death anyways.

"If there's a world after this..." she whispered, pressing her hand completely against his curved jawline; feeling his skin almost tremble underneath her touch. She could feel the heat of his flesh radiating beneath her and feel how it was beginning to burn away; black ashes slowly taking off with the breeze. "Leave with me and let's never come back."