Looking into his eyes, I never knew what to expect. One moment they would be filled with kindness and the next had a crazed look in them. Yes he loved to fight and that's when the crazed look entered those cerulean eyes of his. But it was those moments when all was calm that I would see the kindness soften his eyes while he gazed off into the distance. At times like these I wished we were never enemies. Sighing, I turned away from these thoughts and went back to the work at hand.

The war had been over for some time now and with it my powers fled from me as a result of the final gestsuga tensho. I knew the risk of this move when using it. Sure I miss my powers but it was for the best to make sure everyone was safe from Aizen. The one thing I regret about with losing my powers is I would never be able to see him again. I won't be able to see those eyes or his crazy colored hair like mine. I won't be able to see that feral grin of his or be able to fight him. But the worst thing is, I'll never be able to hear what he was going to say to me that final day before everything went black.

Getting up from my desk, I headed down to the front door to go for a walk. I didn't worry about having to tell my family, they had already gone to bed a few hours ago. Exiting the house I breathed in the night air and looked up at the clear sky. The night time air and sky always seemed to calm my hectic mind when these kinds of thoughts crept to the forefront of my conscious. As these snippets of thought went through my head, my feet had led me to the small park near my house. Sitting down on a swing I let my gaze travel to the stars.

"Would anything have been different if we had never fought? Maybe but I guess it doesn't matter." I spoke aloud to the atmosphere. I chuckled while shaking my head.

It wasn't like anyone would answer me. I was all alone out here. Sighing for what seem like the thousandth time that night, I let my head hang down to stare at my hands.

Elsewhere in the park

I stared at the berry a few feet away from myself and Urahara. He has suck a defeated look to him as he sat there hunched over. This didn't not suit him, this was not the man I knew. The man I knew also had an air of confidence and determination surrounding him. The effect of losing his powers must have taken it's toll on him.

"What happened to him after the war and losing his powers?" I asked the blonde haired man next to me

"He lost his ability to truly protect the ones he cares for. His friends from Soul Society haven't even visited him in months. But I think what kills him the most is not hearing what you were going to say to him that final night." Urahara spoke with a solemn look in his eyes while the rest of his face behind his hat and fan.

Nodding my head I turned back to see that he hadn't moved from his spot at all since he got there. Making up my mind I started to walk towards him without saying anything to hat and clogs. He already knew why I was here and had helped me immensely. He had made a gigia for me and helped me adapt to the human world. Shaking my head I came out of these thoughts as I stepped in front of the defeated looking man before me.

"So this is how you act after everything happened huh?" I spoke up. His head whipped up and his eyes widened when he saw me.

"G-Grimmjow?"

Oh Cliffhangers gotta love them. So this isn't my first time writing but this is my first fanfic on this site. Please review and tell me what you think of this and I will update soon.