Title: Fallen Pride
Author: Akuni
Universe: Bleach
Genre: Drama
Rating: PG-15 (implied violence)
Pairing/Characters: Aizen, Grimmjow (not even remotely any pairings shudder)
Spoilers: anime episode 60+, manga chapter 169+ (seriously, stop reading now if you're not there yet)
Word Count: 245
Warning: Character deaths.
Summary: Aizen's fall. Grimmjow's pride.
Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach, I'm just borrowing it for a while.
Distribution: This is only for xxtorturedxx, so no. :) Originally posted to my LJ on March 13/07.
Dedication: Kind of pathetic to dedicate something so short, but it's all for you, Cheza-chan! ♥
A/N: I don't even know if you can call this a ficlet. It's just a quick scribble I did the other night to entertain Cheza-chan.Fallen Pride
Aizen lay sprawled amid the rubble of his castle. Tremors still shook the ground as the world he created crumbled into ruin.
Grimmjow stared impassively at the man he'd once called 'Master'. A trickle of blood flowed from the corner of Aizen's mouth, staining the pristine white of his coat.
"Grimm…jow…" the fallen not-god rasped. Dull brown eyes stared at him unseeing as one mangled hand slid across the floor toward his bloodstained foot.
The espada – former espada – stepped back, disdain curling his lip. "You lose." He kicked away the feebly grasping hand, then turned his back on the dying man and strode casually out of the room.
The deceptively easy pace faltered only when Grimmjow had rounded a corner and was far out of earshot of the decimated throne room. He fell to his knees, coughing a violent spray of blood onto the floor. Pain twisted his guts, and his vision swam dangerously.
"Not like this!" he growled, spitting blood with each word. The broken arrancar staggered to his feet.
I crawl for no one! Lurching footsteps took him to the door, where bright light beckoned to his dark soul. My life ends on my terms!
Grimmjow collapsed on the stairs just outside the main doors, turning his back on the palace shaking itself to pieces. "I win, Aizen-sama!" he mocked, his voice a liquid gurgle. "I win." He turned his face to the sky and waited for hell to claim him.
Damnation.
Salvation.
END
A/N2: ...But wait, maybe not!
That's all I wrote. It began as a quick blurb for Cheza without any real point. But she started frothing and made grabby hands at me for the rest! (pokes Cheza playfully) But there is no more... that's it. The good guys won, and the bad guys die in pools of their own blood.
Cheza wasn't satisfied with that. So she asked - and I said yes, she could take this and derive whatever other kind of story she liked from it. Even though I know it's gonna involve things that will make me wanna spork my eyes out. (grins at Cheza)
Have fun. :) :)