Disclaimer:I do not own Bleach. All characters belong to Tite Kubo.
King in the rain
The sky is mourning. Droplets fall down, desperate and needy of release. A blanket of water pulls across Karakura town. Amidst the moving mist stands a lone stranger. Soaked by the rainfall, his clothes suck onto his skin like a second layer of his body. Tiny droplets assemble themselves to the edges of his bright, blue locks, and for the slightest moment, they form a strong, crystal teardrop just before parting themselves from the stranger's entity.
Splash. Splash. Splash.
Footsteps. Human footsteps. Discontent and frustration shows on their faces. Each one of them has the same, ugly expression, and each one of them carries the same, angry aura. They pass the stranger with hasty steps. It is as if the stranger does not exist in their minds. It is as if he vaporized into the thick curtain of rainfall. They cannot see him, hear him nor smell him, but they can touch him. Feel his strong body which stands erect with a strangely misplaced pride. Feel the drenched fabric of his odd clothing. Feel the softness of his wet, blue hair.
But people do not believe in what they cannot see – despite it being right in front of their very persons. They are ignorant of the world around them. Blind and misguided, arrogant and deaf.
Weak and stupid.
Stupid and weak.
A girl stands before the stranger, her neck craned so she can look at his face. The girl is not short; the man is tall. His dark-blue eyes shift towards her, watching the rainfall aggressively pour down her slender form, drenching her long, auburn locks, her peach-coloured cardigan. On her face is determination and curiosity. The stranger parts his lips in a soundless snarl, making his dislike towards her presence clear.
" Who are you?" she asks.
Her voice is a soft, soothing sound, but the slightest quiver can be noted in the words, making her appear vulnerable like the strings of a violin. But there was fierceness in her as well, which showed through the determined glint in her grey eyes. With the cold, wet blanket around them, and the people running away from them, time did not seem to matter. The endless falling of the droplets made even the shortest moment feel like an eternity.
" I am Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez," he answers her, languidly. " Why are you able to see me, human?"
Her small hands clench into trembling fists, the cold droplets slide from her smooth skin; she is anxious, but unwilling to give into the fear. With an unwavering look of determination the woman holds Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez's gaze.
" Are you... going to attack Karakura?"
Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez snorts; it is a sound of contempt. He looks around him, but all he sees is the grim, grey curtain of rainfall. " This place is just as grave-looking as Hueco Mundo. Is it even worth destroying?"
" No."
An unexpected answer comes from another man who appears from behind the heavy rainfall. He is clad in a black robe, carrying a deadly, large sword on his back. Bright, orange locks make him stand out from the grim surroundings.
Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez barks a laugh and grins at his new companion. " Finally a worthy opponent." He beckons the new man with staccato hand movements to come at him. " Women are not worth my time, but a Shinigami, now that's a different story!"
Author notes: Hello, dear reader! I hope you enjoyed this fan ficlet. I completely wrote to my heart's content. Just ticking away at the keys. I was inspired by some writings of Oscar Wilde and the manghwa serie "My heart is beating" by Ha Il Kwon (very recommended). This morning's pouring rain was probably the key motivation to write. Anyway, I hope you liked it and please leave a review if you enjoyed it or have any sorts of constructive remarks!