Consequences
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Drabble for actualodinson's 30 Day Dark Fandom OTP challenge
Day 28: 10/28/14
Prompt: Anonymity during sex.
Summary: Darkness grants freedom. And when that veil lifts, it chains the fleeing shadows tighter than the light ever did.
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He groaned. Pushing himself off the bed, he grasped his head in his palm. What had he done last night? The pounding in his head resembled the time he tried to improve the gran ray cero. That was when he was incarcerated in the pink bastard's domain for weeks. Even with high speed regeneration, the reconstruction of everything but the soul, reiryoku, and teeth takes a lot of work. As in, the forceful injection of tenderized souls, natural reiatsu, and fragmented hollow masks.
Not a pleasant experience, and he was sure that motherfucking bastard made it worse than it should have been.
Now where the fuck was he? Channeling enough reiatsu to blow Las Noches to kingdom come directly to his head, the pounding by now was like that lazy sloth's snores, irritating, but nothing can be done about it even if attempts were made to dispel the annoyance.
"Shit," he grumbled, realizing that he was for some reason in the mortal world, naked, and covered with semen. Not even bothering to clean himself up, he just changed into that fucking blinding white uniform that damn Shinigami is making him wear before tearing a garganta into the time space continuum.
"Hopefully that pink flamingo is off fucking another conquest of his. Aizen bitches too damn much. And his pet bitch of an espada better not pop up like a fucking bat out of nowhere again," he muttered, swiping a hand through his light blue hair, the tangles in them pissing the man off further.
Leaving at that exact moment, he didn't realize that he was coming back to that exact town in less than a week.
He didn't realize that the reiatsu downstairs was above normal. On his level. And that it was even there. (He drained most of the reiatsu he directed towards pesquisa to heal the hangover)
He didn't realize that the reiatsu was going up the stairs.
He didn't realize that a few moments after he tore his way out of the room, the door was opening.
He didn't realize that the orange haired teen opening his door was someone he will fight in a few days.
He didn't realize that the redhead was limping. And that he remembered who fucked him last night.
He didn't realize how much of a wrench this nighttime excursion threw into Aizen's plans.
He didn't realize then how much he didn't care about that at all.
He didn't realize that he didn't regret it. The few snatches of memory he was able to remember proved to be excellent wank material when he didn't feel like fucking a numero senseless.
He didn't realize how much this changed. For him and everyone else.
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*Continuation or not? Should I write the lemon for this when Grimmjow eventually remembers? Do you guys like this? Questions, questions, questions…*
28/30 Days done~
-SilverReplay.