Regret Brings Us Together

-Chapter 1-

Deep within the palace of Las Noches, Hueco Mundo In a dark room, a giant screen portrays a young girl playing a videogame on her computer, deep in the night. Sitting in a chair in front of the screen, a bluenett man is sleeping. Out of the darkness in the back of the room a feminine figure slowly fazes into sight.

I was doing a puzzle on my computer, thinking about what I had overheard Grimmjow say the other day: "She's always moping around and crying about her dead god-damn brother! It's PATHETIC!"

He had been talking to Ulquiorra and said it just as I turned the corner. My vision got blurred by tears when Ulquiorra pointed to me, but not enough to keep me from seeing Grimmjow turn around and looking directly at me with shock and regret obvious on his face. "Hime-" was all he got out before I made a break for it. I could hear him yell at my brother before he started after me. So to ensure I made a clean getaway, I transformed mid-step into my wolf form and ran as fast as I could, not even caring where I was going…

'Out of nowhere Starrk had grabbed me and pulled me into his room for questioning.' I laughed at the thought, imagining Starrk wearing a detective costume, complete with monocle and bubble pipe (wishful thinking). 'First he asked me why I was crying. After I told him he asked why I didn't just phase back to my body in the world of the living. He had caught me dumbfounded. "Why didn't I think of that?" To which, he smirked and quickly inquired: "Probably because you've never been a quick thinker." I gave him a look that oh-so-obviously said, "Fuck you" and we both laughed, after which, we hugged and said goodbye, as I slowly disappeared from sight.

'It's been about ten days since then.' I thought to myself as I let my consciousness slowly slip into that familiar world of white nothingness and sand…

When I reached Las Noches I blinked a couple times, not recognizing my surroundings. I was in a dark pitch-black room, which my eyes were having trouble adjusting to because of a huge, bright screen on the wall in front of me. As I focused on the screen, I immediately recognized what was displayed on it. It was me, in the world of the living, as I am currently. I then noticed that the chair placed directly in front of the screen had someone in it. I cautiously began to approach the person, "Grimmjow?" I called out, not too loudly.

As I came up to the right of the chair and peered around, I smiled. Grimmjow was fast asleep on the desk in front of him with his head in his arms. 'He really is so adorable when he's asleep,' I thought to myself with a smile, as I pulled some of the hair that was falling in his face, behind his ear.

As I watched him I began to hear the sound of humming. I looked up at the screen and realized that a familiar song had just come on the radio, back in the world of the living and I began to think aloud. "So this is how he's been watching me. Amazing… When in the world did Ulquiorra learn to sync his eyes to an electronic screen, I wonder…? Well, either way, it's a good idea. I should probably do the same with mine… It would definitely make thins a hell of a lot easier-" I was cut off mid sentence by a sudden noise. I looked out of the corner of my eye at Grimmjow, who was beginning to wake up, and turned to look at him.

Grimmjow groaned, sleepily as he sat up and buried his face in his hands. "Oh, great… That's all I need… Now I'm having waking dreams about 'er," he said, glancing at me from between his fingers. I just laughed, "I'm no dream, silly!"

He looked at me skeptically, then at the screen. Then, he looked at me and stated, bluntly, "Prove it."

This ticked me off a bit and I impulsively grabbed his right wrist and twisted it as far as it would go behind his back and kept pulling. "SHIT! ALRIGHT! YOU'RE NOT A FUCKIN' DREAM!" he yelled back at me. With that response, I let him go. "Damn!" he complained, rubbing his now sore shoulder. "You didn't have to do that!"

I just glared at him. "Well, what did you expect?" I questioned.

He pouted, "Well… I expected maybe a kiss 'er somethin'."

I inwardly giggled at how cute he was. "Hmph, if you actually think I'd kiss you after an insult like that then you must not know me very well, Grimmjow." I said, turning away from him and crossing my arms.

He just sat there for a couple seconds and then chuckled, "Heh, I guess you're right." he said as he stood up. I noticed from over my shoulder that he was a bit shaky and seemed to be putting a lot of his weight on the desk. "Grimmjow…?" I began as I started to turn around. "Are you o-Grimmjow?"

-Chapter 1: End-