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See what you think of this, my favourite pairing in the world. i have so many grimmsuki stories on the go its .

Perkisaur

I hated it here. Despised it.

I was reduced to nothing. I was basically a worthless human now, after being forced into that gigai. I was the only one who survived, so that fucking strawberry dragged me back here. What a prick.

They chained my wrists with some sort of reiatsu restraints and threw me aside as they celebrated new found peace in the sandal hats basement. They came and stared at me like I was some animal in a zoo. Fucking shinigami. They scowled and shuffled nervously so I snarled at them and bared my teeth. Shouting insults after them as they ran off to their superior officers.

Eventually, a month or so later, they took off the chains, but I was still weak. Still in a gigai. They took my uniform and gave me human clothes. I hated it, but I had nothing else to wear. I left there as soon as I could. Running as fast as I could away from those monsters. I could still run faster than any human, and after prancing around a bit, I found I could jump around 6 foot high and punch a dent in a building. But it was dull and my movements were slow.

I moped and walked through a park, kicking stones and pushing past people, digging my shoulders deep into them.

My feet took me towards a tree and I looked up at the high branches. I jumped up and landed on the highest branch, balancing then twisting to sit, so that my back was against the trunk, my legs dangling down.

I liked being up high

I watched the people

The worthless people.

The ones they tried so hard to protect. Killing hollow for these mushy weak bits of trash. Trash.

I get it now.

Why Ulquiorra called them that. Worthless. I almost smiled. Almost. A scowl took its place instead and I realised my life was over. A magnificent, powerful being stuck in a pit of pointlessness. I growled to myself, thinking of Ichigo. That fucking piece of shit. What was his plan, in bringing me here? I wanted to sink my knuckles into his into ribcage, feel the bones shatter, the blood surge around my fingers. I'd rip open his lungs and tear his heart out of his chest. He's just trash. He's just a bag of bones and blood and meat, but one that thinks he's better, that what he does has a purpose.

Rage ran right though me, and my knuckles were white from clenching my fists. I spat on the floor, watching the droplet fall then splatter. I had a bad taste in my mouth. I wanted to hit something. Scratch that. I wanted to hit someone. Somebody in particular, but right now, anyone would do.

I felt a reiatsu approach and I sneered. I knew that stench anywhere. What the fuck does he want? I pulled my hood up and folded my arms.

His footsteps approached the rasping on the gravel path then the quiet as he moved onto the grass. Then he was at the foot of my tree, looking up at me. After sneering at him I turned my attention to some far off point.

"Grimmjow" he called. "Come down."

I scrunched my nose up and told him to fuck off.

A similar scowl to mine was set on his features.

"Come down Grimmjow. We need to talk."

"Talk?" I spat.

I grabbed the branch and jumped, swinging down until I was hanging in front of him and let go. Falling softly to the ground.

"Why would I want to talk to you?" I hissed, burying my hands deep in my pockets and pushing past him. Time to find somewhere else to hang.

His hand fell onto my shoulder and I growled. And grabbed his hand and spun around, which cause his arm to twist into an uncomfortable position. But if it was painful, his face showed no indication. Like he had been expecting it. I scowled. He knew I couldn't do anything to him. I knew it too.

He repeated "we need to talk"

His hazel eyes set on me. That look. That look again, like he was better than me, like he expected me to do whatever he wanted. That look made me want to kill him even more.

I released his arm and readjusted my hood, giving him a look that indicated I was listening.

"Urahara has somewhere you can stay, and he says you can work for him." He said, his arm returning to his side.

"No" I said, and made to leave

"No what?" he called as I made distance between us.

"No."

I don't know how long I walked for. I hadn't really grasped the whole concept of time yet. Hueco Mundo had no day or no night. It was just Hueco mundo. Here everything has an order, dawn, morning, midday, noon, afternoon, dusk, evening, night. Breakfast, brunch, lunch, supper, dinner, tea. Everything was so predictable and chronological. I hated it. There needed to be change. Something to stir things up. Create excitement. A cero blast. I looked at my hands and grinned and aimed at a building. And nothing happened. I blinked and looked at my palms

…

"FUCK!" I yelled. People around me jumped and hurried past me. Staring but trying not to.

For a minute, I had forgotten. I clenched my jaw and my temples began to ache.

How had I forgotten! Why else would I be surrounded by this piece of shit world, with these piece of shit people feeling like a piece of shit, hating that piece of shit Kurosaki and all of his little piece of shit friends.

Fury was boiling inside me.

I wanted to pound that shinigami into the ground. I wanted his jaw to break, his blood to spill.

I wanted my old life back.

I found another tree, a while away from the people. It was on a hill that looked down over the town, the railway tracks not too far to my left. It was quiet and scruffy, litter on the floor. The tree was thick and tall and old. Bulbous growths on the base and rough dark bark. I stared at it for a while before throwing all my energy into a punch. There was the dull thud of my fist on the wood, and the crack of some of my knuckles breaking. In the tree there was a shallow hole. I frowned and studied my hand. Blood seeped through my skin and there was a persistent throbbing. Pain. In my true form, the tree would be gone, as well as the mountain behind. Just a heap of rubble. My hand would be unchanged. It would be easy.

Feeling empty, except for pain, I climbed the branches and sat on a thick branch, one leg hanging, and the other bent to my chest. I sighed and leaned back against the bark, my head thudding softly at the contact.

I wish I had died.

I woke with a start. I blinked trying to figure out where I was and then I remembered. Karakura town. I swore to myself and stretched. My human clothes were damp and thick with cold and I couldn't feel my ass at all. I locked my legs around the branch I was on and slid so I was upside down. Gripping it then with my hands, I unlocked my legs and jumped to the ground. My knees gave way a little as I landed from lack of bum sensation. I walked around a bit, stretching my arms and my legs.

There was a loud gurgling sound and I looked down to my stomach in surprise.

Hunger. That's what it was. A different form than I was used to in my Arrancar form. Then it would be hungry for souls, but you only got it when you left Hueco Mundo, or when there was less reishi in an area.

This hunger was more of an ache.

I set off towards the town, conscious of the empty pit in my stomach and the lack of emptiness from my hollow hole.

I was soon in the town and I wandered around looking for food. I found a brightly coloured building with neon letters saying fast food so I headed in. It was hot and sweaty inside but it smelt pretty good. There were people lined up and people behind a counter. The food was in the back, I could smell it cooking.

I didn't know what they were doing, just gawking at some pictures. I pushed past them and jumped over the counter top.

"h-hey!"

"What do you think you're doing?"

I ignored them and walked casually into the kitchen. The food was just there waiting for me to take it. So I did. I picked up a handful of squishy yellow sticks and they were hot and greasy in my hand. Looking around I found a paper bag and shovelled the stuff in, as well as a load of crispy brown meat things.

"Hey you! Get out of my kitchen!"

Greasy people surrounded me

"What do you think you are doing?"

"Getting food." I replied.

They tried to take my bag of food out of my hands and push me out. No-one pushed Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez. I snatched the bag back and hit a big guy in the face. He went down and the people's faces were full of shock and fear.

"Someone call the police!"

I pushed the people out of my way and made to leave.

"Hey! You have to pay!

"Yes, a tall man with blue hair just assaulted a member of our staff and- yes could you send someone-"

A biggish man tried to grab me and I kicked him in the stomach. As he doubled over, I found myself grinning. Finally, a release of my frustration. I put my bag on a near by chair and threw a punch into someone's face. People ran screaming past me, out of the shop, but I managed to grab a few, head butting them and breaking their arms. I laughed manically, having the feeling of power all over again. I hadn't felt this good in weeks.

"Come on!" I yelled at those who were still there, huddled in corners, "fight me!"

"Please come urgently!" a man screamed down a plastic thing he held to his face. I picked up a chair and threw it at him. I cracked my knuckles and smiled, grabbing my bag of food. I had to go, I couldn't risk someone finding out it was me. Someone like Ichigo. I growled inwardly of how careful I was being. He'd probably get that scientist to take away the last of my strength, then I really would be finished. I ran out of the shop and back towards my perch.

When I got there however, I found it was occupied.

Some girl was sat there, her back against the base of the tree, legs folded up and arms resting on top. She didn't notice me and stared out across the city with a weird look on her face. Then a confused look came over her features and she turned her head and looked at me.

Her black hair was a spiky mess atop her head and her eyes were big and dark. I frowned a little, she seemed familiar from somewhere. Then I caught a whiff of it. Kurosaki's reiatsu, seeping from her.

She seemed to study me in the same way.

"You're Ichigo's friend." She said finally.

I snorted and spat on the ground.

"His friend? No." I scoffed and moved towards the tree.

"Move it, sister, this is my spot."

She looked up at me incredulously then turned away

"I don't see your name on it."

I looked at her. Was she fucking kidding me? I oughtta kick this bitch in the head.

"Where's your name then?" I growled

She stood up, brushed herself off and pointed to a spot on the tree. A faint smile tugged at the corners of her mouth.

I moved forward and looked at the letters carved into the tree.

"Tatsuki" I said out loud.

She folded her arms. She seemed triumphant all of a sudden.

"Well done" I said sarcastically, "but fuck off." I pushed her shoulder and she staggered backwards with a disbelieving look on her face. I jumped up onto my perch, seating myself with my legs dangling down.

I expected her to leave. Accept that I was stronger than her.

She didn't.

"Excuse me?" she called, and walked to the base of the tree looking up at me, "who the hell do you think you are! Pushing a lady around like that!"

I looked down at her and sneered

"You're no lady"

My mouth dropped open at how rude this complete stranger was being to me. Well. Maybe not complete stranger. I recognised him, or something about him. It felt like I'd seen him before.

I growled and pulled on the foot that was dangling in front of me.

"Come down and say that to my face!"

He lost balance from my insistent tugging, but managed to fall with some kind of grace, and land on his feet. He had a mad look in his ice blue eyes.

He stormed over to me, getting right up in my face. I stood my ground and didn't flinch when he spat at me "what's your fucking problem, bitch?"

"I could ask you the same thing, you psychopath! Are you looking for a fight or something?" I retorted, my fists clenching by my sides.

"You know what? Yeah, I am" he growled. He lashed out with his right. But I'd expected him to. I blocked his blow with my left arm, grabbed his arm and tried to pull him down onto my knee. He blocked my blow with his left arm and grabbed leg. I tried to twist out of his grip, but his fingers were digging deep into thigh. I glared at him. He had a feral looking grin on his face and my heartbeat quickened. I threw as much force as I could into a punch aimed at his diaphragm, hoping to wind him. Although it made contact and he did stagger backwards, it didn't have the desired effect. His other hand slapped around my thigh and he threw me behind him. I prepared to twist and roll as I hit the ground, but then I felt the hard smack of my back against the tree trunk. I fell to the ground and winced at the pain shooting up my spine. I glanced up at him and his eyes were wide and bright. I was thinking that maybe this wasn't such of a good idea, but I wasn't going to back out.

I stood up slowly and brought my fists up in front of my face

And his grin seemed to grow even wider.

"Ha! Excellent!" he cackled and cracked his knuckles, stalking towards me. I spat on the floor. I ran forwards and threw punches at him but he dodged them successfully, he counter attacked and hit my jaw. I used the force from the blow as momentum to swing my leg around and my foot collided with his head.

"HEY! Stop it!"

I jumped back and glanced to my right. He lowered his fists and I could feel the anger rolling off of him as he saw who it was.

Ichigo

"What the hell are you two doing?" he yelled, running up to us.

I swore inwardly. The fucking prick always has to come a second too soon. My vision blurred and I wiped my eye, looking at my sleeve to find blood. I glanced over at the girl. Tatsuki. The side of her face was already beginning to bruise and she had blood dripping drown her chin from her mouth.

"What does it look like?" I spat at him, folding my arms.

Ichigo glanced at Tatsuki and saw her blood. His reiatsu spiked and he charged towards me. I smirked. The girl was his soft spot?

"What the hell have you done to her, you bastard?"

He grabbed my collar and I grinned down at him. "Its none of your business what I do to women"

"How dare you-"

"Ichigo, get lost"

We both looked at Tatsuki. She stood herself up straight and spat the blood from her mouth.

"I've got this" she said calmly. I grinned at her cockiness.

"What, no Tatsuki-"

"Ichigo, FUCK OFF!" she yelled. Her reiatsu heightened and she clenched her fists.

"I'm tired of your heroics, Let me finish this fight and leave me alone" she growled

Ichigo looked pretty taken aback, but then he let go of me and turned towards her

"Tatsuki, I-"

She groaned and spun around and walked away, albeit with a slight limp. We both watched her leave; Ichigo with a stunned sort of look. I just grinned. That girl had balls.

so yeah, what do you think? this is the only thing I've ever written straight on a word doc. I usually write tons by hand and then never type it up. so, yah, I'll try an get another chapter up :)