After the Storm

by Stillnight

Moment in time. When Grimmjow runs for his life and collapses onto street and resigned himself to his death. But is it really the end? AU. implied future GrimmIchi. Complete for now.

September 16th, 2014

Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach. No money was made by writing this.

Warnings: AU. Implied future GrimmIchi. Drabble.

Summary: Moment in time. When Grimmjow runs for his life and collapses onto street and resigned himself to his death. But is it really the end? AU. implied future GrimmIchi. Complete for now.

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Stillnight Presents

After the Storm

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The heavy fall of downpour of the rain beat down at his fevered, heated body. Sounds of raining at night would've been soothing in any other day, but now it only served to unnerve him. Dimly lit street lights created ominous shadows everywhere he looked at, and that unnerved him even further.

Blood was running down his chest from a large gash across his torso. His eyes were already starting to swell close and blacken, and his nose was most certainly broken. He also had a shallow cut on his right forearm and left temple and eyebrow. His left arm was fractured at very least, and so were his both legs.

Moving was a pure agony, but he couldn't stop - not now. He needed to get away, to safety. He desperately clutched his dead phone on his hand, he couldn't even call help for himself.

He'd been very lucky to escape with his life intact but it wasn't certainty that he would survive. He had lost a lot of blood, at alarming rate, and the blood loss' effects were already setting in.

His pursuers had already given up and left him alone, most likely in hopes that blood loss and his horrifying wounds would kill him slowly and painfully.

Finally, he collapsed onto wet street, when his feet didn't have strength left anymore to carry him any further. Black spots swam in his vision and the world around him was spinning and swaying, warped.

He painstakingly rolled onto his back, staring at dark rainy sky and chuckled weakly, and coughed wetly then. A trickle of blood trailed down from corner of his mouth.

So this is how it ends? Alone on dirty and rainy street on dead of the night? Will my sister mourn me? Will my best friend avenge me? he thought distantly, wondering, as he blinked slowly the rain mixed with tears from his eyes.

Just as his consciousness started to drift in and out, he heard a wet footsteps approaching him from the direction he'd been going. Right before the world went black, he saw a shadow fall over his prone form and pair of leather boots and a flash of something orange appearing to his fading vision, stopping before him.

Rain has stopped, he noticed distantly.

And then, he knew no more.

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