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Another Chance
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The good thing about not remembering anything is that you have noting holding you back.
The bad thing about not remembering anything is that you have noting to fight against.
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The first thing that I can remember was three weeks ago. Itchy grass smothered behind me and a way too bright sky in front of me. Filled with those kinds of fluffy white clouds. Since I had nowhere to go, and nothing to do I just laid there. The bright blue became navy and the white clouds became a weird version of gray. Stars started to twinkle but I wasn't tired, but I could feel that I would have to go and search for food in at least a day or things could go... bad, I guess?
When the sun started to rise again, turning the sky nearly white for all of those of you who're wondering, I could hear voices. Screaming, yelling and coming closer.
"We found him! He's here!"
Since I knew that no one else was around, I turned my head to look at the men that 're intruding on what I've declared as my lawn. How they ran closer, and how they stopped, just ten meters away from me. They were all dressed in black.
"No way, this isn't right. Isn't that-"
"Call on captain reforges right now! Say that it's an emergency of the first degree! An Espada has broken into Soul Society!"
One dude disappears at an amazing speed. Another stepped up to me and pointed a crooked finger at my face. "You stay right where you are!"
"I wasn't planning to move from the start." I growled, not liking how those bastards thought that they could tell me what to do.
"Don't get cocky on us! We might not be seated but that doesn't mean we're weak!" Heh. You make it sound like it does.
"I had no plans on fightin' ya."
"Wh-"
"Shut up, would ya? You're destroying my morning nap." The dude looked ablaze, looked like he wanted to kill me five times over, looked like he was to much of a coward to really do it though. I had no idea of who those guys in black coats were, but for some reason they didn't seem to like me very much.
Maybe it was their turd?
Whatever. I just pretended to sleep and hoped that they would go away again.
"Y-you!" But no such luck. "I-I don't know what kind of stunt you're trying to pull but you wont fool us! We know who you are, Grimmjow Jaggerjaques!"
I frowned, opening one eye to glare at the dude who was still pointing his crooked finger at me. "Then you know more than I do."
Before he managed to yell something more another dude sort of teleported himself next to the first dude and gently laid his hand over the hand that owned the crooked finger.
"Calm down, as you all should know. When a lost soul, no matter what it has done previously while being dead, enters Soul Society, he or she looses those memories." Woa- wait a minute.
"I'm dead?"
"Yes, I'm afraid you are Mr. Jaggerjaques."
"Who killed me?" For some reason I wanna get back at the dude, and I have a hard time believing that I passed away in some peaceful way. Considering that all these guys knows who I am I probably did something mayor in my previous life.
And then I remembered what the guy in white said.
"Wait, what was I before I became dead?"
"I'm afraid you were dead then too." The dude with manners said in a tone that I think will always feel weird to my ears.
"Okay." Another thing about not having a memory is that everything is new, and for some reason you'll care as much about being dead as you will about your blue hair – which I learned about some hours later.
"Would you like to come with us? You're hungry, right?" He stretched out and open hand for me to grab, but I ignored it and stood up on my own.
"Whatever."
The men in black, the shinigami – which I learned later that they were – were kind enough to assign me to a room. And once a day I'm supposed to show my face at this small dude's place. He'll check how I'm doing, ask some questions, then I can ask some in return and if I don't ask some he will tell me stuff that he think that I should know.
The thirteen squads. Captains. Vice Captains. Academy, which I would be asked to enter within a few months, or weeks, he don't know. Center 46. The lack of Center 46. And so on. And so on.
I swear, I'm practically a lexicon by now. So much information have he stuffed into my head, only to see if I would remember something of my previous dead period- which he refuse to tell me about.
No, I don't remember anything. So stop bugging me about it.
Well, there's one thing though. Lately, my dreams, who've so far only been about the food I've eaten under the day or something like that, has also had moments that's just swirls of color. Black, blue, white, orange, and beige. Last night I figured out that the beige was sand.
I haven't told this to my shrink yet though, cause he will freak out and go all energetic, and I don't really feel like pleasing him and showing that I'm making progress.
Which results in that we sit in this small room close to the center of the fourth division barracks, me asking him who killed me and he telling me about who were captains before the previous captains.
When the resigned time is out I just leave again.
I walk down the streets of Seritei, but everywhere I go people are glaring at me. In the beginning I didn't care, it was better than not being acknowledged at all. But after a couple of hours it started to get annoying, and after a week it made me throughout pissed off.
But me yelling at people only resulted in two captains showing up, along with a bunch of plain dudes who already had their swords raised. So now I'm not staying out in public more than I need to.
I did some serious damage in my previous dead period. That's the only reason I can see for why they all hate me. Or maybe I knew something, like the combination to some safe or something, and now when my memories are gone they can't get the money, or whatever.
I head towards the eleventh division barracks. At least there they wont call on reforges if I raise my voice. And then it just happens to be so that that was where they placed me. My assigned room, until I get thrown into the academy. Then they don't know where they'll place me.
The room is small, mostly occupied by the bed I've pushed into one corner. A scrub of a bathroom and an even smaller kitchen. There's a desk and a whiteboard with a schedule and my notes about myself.
Name: Grimmjow Jaggerjaques
Hair/eye color: Blue.
Occupation: Dead, for the second time.
Past: Unknown.
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A/N: I want to apologize right away, I will be slow with updates on this as long as I'm still writing on My Soul Pleads For You. I just wanted to post something else, and see what you guys thought and if it's worth continuing at all. This would be my first story that focused on GrimmIchi.
Please review? :)