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Red Sand Retribution
Grimmjow
You do not finish a fight without killing or dying. There are no other options. There is no peace. No happiness. Destruction. No moral end. Fights chip down on innocence, beat away the doe-eyes and small smiles. Those don't exist anymore.
It is when he is walking, he reflects on this. Always a violent man. Madness. He half hopes the trail of blood behind him will eventually drain what's left in his veins. It is his own punishment. You do not run away from a fight when given the opportunity. Like a scared cat. You're weak. You're useless. You're supposed to die. But he hasn't yet. It's slow, painful, degrading, but he's getting stronger. Never stop walking. Let it kill you.
The sand cuts through his flesh, like whips on the wind. It is fitting. He doesn't know how he got back to the start, he wasn't walking toward it. Far from it. But he's standing there now. A certain madness in his eyes, his sword drawn. The man is laughing. It's annoying. He kills him.
And then there is another, one with a hat on. He's familiar. Vaguely. This man helped save him, but there is madness in him still, and Mr. Hat is not scared. The sand behind him is red, and his failures have not been redeemed.
"Where is Kurosaki."
Not actually written by me, but a friend, and I asked her if I could post it here because she doesn't have an account.
I told her to continue it and her exact response was "Let's see if anyone actually likes it first." So, help me out here? :