Disclaimer: Why yes I do own Bleach. Volume 15. It has Kira and I love Kira. Heheh.
Spoilers: Be up to 270 in the manga. I'm being on the safest side of safe with that. Unless you don't even know who Grimmjow is, then please kindly get the fk off this page.
Other crap: This is my first Bleach fic and may be my last. Who knows, I may write more but I am trying to focus on my Naruto fic that is muilt-chapter so yea, um, enjoy my one and only (maybe) Bleach fic!
He stared off into the desert and shivered. The white sand swirled with the winds and shaped the ever changing dunes.
The only things that do change, he thought.
Well, maybe he was wrong about that.
With the invasion of that orange haired shinigami, and his pathetic band of friends to save the woman, maybe things would change.
Or hell, at least give me a little bit of excitement in this boring hellhole.
He closed his eyes to use Pesquisa,to find the kids' reiatsu.
It did not take long.
Heh, he's fightin' Ulquiorra! That bastard! That kid is my prey! Goddamn him!
He wanted tosonido over there as fast as he could and beat the shit out of Ulquiorra for trying to kill his, Mine, goddamnit!, opponent and then kill that orange haired shinigami for being the punk shit that he was.
Another breeze, another shiver.
Why is it so fucking cold here! We're in the desert! The DESERT!
He shoved his hands deeper into the pockets of his hakama.
He began to ponder why he even felt the cold. He was an arrancar, once a hollow, a spirit, but really, simply, he was just plain dead. He touched his arm to feel if he radiated any heat, and felt cool fingers touch even cooler flesh.
This then lead him to think that if his skin was cool when outside in the cold, Desert! In. The. Des-ert!, then maybe, if in a heated room, his flesh would be warm.
There was a sudden drop in the shinigami's reiatsu, and he knew what had just happened.
He just got himself killed! That punk just got himself fuckin' killed! And by Ulquiorra too! That does it!
He began to sonido towards Las Noches, the cold air rushing over his skin, he could not suppress the shiver that went down his spine.
Now I gotta get that woman to heal the kid so I can kill him myself. Tch! He better not be dead!
The reiatsu of the orange haired shinigami was nearly gone, and the farther away he got, the weaker it was becoming.
Another breeze, another shiver.
He looked down at his bare chest, abs, and stomach,…and hollow hole.
Maybe if I wore a shirt or somthin' I wouldn't be so cold?
The End. Yea, this kinda came out of nowhere. Do they feel cold? Do they have body heat? Eh, who knows, this was just a random thought put to paper (in a sense). I hope this was unique in some way.