100 Bleach Pairings
A/N: hello there! This is Nana speaking, collaborating with soifonomnom to write 100 themed pairing drabbles. We're switching off every chapter though they will all be posted here and we edit each other's.
Disclaimer: Solar Kitty wrote a great series called 100 Romantic Bleach Drabbles and is continuing it now; this will not be exactly like it at all. Also, we don't own Bleach.
Introduction
"Where am I?" Grimmjow looked up, disoriented and dizzy.
"The prisons of Squad 12." A calm, female voice caused him to look up. There was a woman standing directly out of his cell, hair in a long black braid, wearing a short skirt, and eyes blacker than anything he'd ever seen before.
"Why?"
"You are the last living espada," the woman informed him. "Therefore my father wishes to study you. We are keeping you here for experimental purposes." Her voice was calm and emotionless. Grimmjow wondered how she did it.
"Am I gonna die?" he asked breathlessly, keeping his usual snarling face on as a mask but having a hard time disguising the shudders running through his blood.
"Perhaps," she said noncommittally.
Grimmjow moaned internally. "What's your name?" Grimmjow kept his cool, though deep inside, he was feeling fear. Something he hadn't felt since the battle with Ichigo.
"Nemu Kurotsuchi," Nemu replied.
"Nemu...please save me," Grimmjow begged. Please.
"Why would I do that." Her voice was steady, uncaring, indifferent.
"Because."
"You know nothing about me, espada. I would advise you to stay quiet, or my father will get angry at you. And I hold no responsibility for your condition afterwards."
Grmmjow flashed a grin. "Is that a threat?"
"It is if you want it to be," was her simple reply. This girl could joke, for an artificial body. And he quite liked the girl. Maybe she would be his new toy -
"I do not have any intimate relationships, espada. So, please, do not get any ideas."
Needless to say, Grimmjow shut up, but he still watched Nemu as she brought him food day-to-day and carried him off for experiments. Literally. She would pick him up in her own two arms and carry him to the lab. He secretly liked to be in her arms. She was one hell of a woman. His woman. Okay, maybe not his woman, but he liked to think of her that way.
He would glare at that baldy who would come to visit her from time to time and stare at her ass whenever she would bend down to get a few beakers for experiments. He secretly wished he could break out of there and beat the shit out of him, but he knew if he wanted to gain Nemu's respect he would have to behave himself.
Was he feeling love? Or lust? He didn't know but somehow...something told Grimmjow he would risk his life for her.
On the day he planned to confess to her, she was wearing a bigger frown than usual.
"This will be your final experiment," she said. "They are planning your execution for tomorrow, espada."
Grimmjow looked up. His heart broke. "I told you, my name's Grimmjow. Call me that, dammit!" he growled, managing to fake a smirk though his head was spinning and his heart hurt.
She didn't speak but to say, "I will be removing you now, espada." She did so, bending down and wrapping her arms around Grimmjow's waist.
She set him down in a chair in a different lab and began to strap him down. As she reached the buckle for his neck, she whispered in his ear, the first truly emotional sentence he'd heard her speak:
"I am sorry, Grimmjow."
A/N: if you enjoyed, review please, next chapter will be soifonomnom's. Thanks! ~Nana