I wrote this in 10 minutes...I was in a pretty emo-ish mood.
Told from Grimmjows point of view.
warnings: slight boyXboy, character death
disclaimer: Don't own and never will.
Blood.
Oh the beautiful substance.
Crimson.
Red.
Flowing from the wound like a river,
onto the concrete floor.
Blood mingled with orange hair,
white skin,
black robes.
He is gasping,
gasping for breath, holding onto the slim threads of life.
I thrust my blade deeper, with more force.
His scream-
it strangely turns me on-
as he hits another wave of agonizing pain.
I deliver the final blow,
ripping through his flesh, a fresh tear from his heart to the opposite shoulder.
He bucks forward,
and slumps against me,
his final words,
escaping his soft lips,
"If you loved me...why?"
Tears stream down his face,
and his eyes close.
Breathing stops.
He's dead.
I kiss his limp body,
one last time, before I throw it upon the floor,
and leave.
Orders are orders.
I cant disobey.
Yes I loved him-
but not as much as my own life.
I could find another,
I would survive.
Licking his blood off Pantrea,
as a final taste,
of my orange haired love.
I need to rid him of my thoughts.
Ulquiorra always had an eye for me,
guess I'll give him a chance---
But he'll never be as sweet,
as my little berry.
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